What is the possibility of being alive after having the same gun pointed between your eyes by the same person who commands you to run for your life? Pretty low but not impossible I would say. I have no tips or tricks for survival. I have said to myself every day in my life that I'll live and become happy but believing it isn't as simple as it might sound.
However, I'll remember his eyes forever both times. The wedding day was the first day of learning to breathe. He didn't know who I was in my sad, little black dress with my hair half curled up and all my mascara ruined from my tears. This view of me, a small pathetic girl, managed to tuck his pity and he let me run away from the church where I was supposed to die.
The second time he had dug up my secrets and I saw it in his eyes again. Pityness won the need to kill me. I am not sure if he gave me his sorrowful smile again. I have forgotten so many details, because it is too much to keep in my heart. His dark eyes with his rich black eyelashes haunt me in my dreams that I scream his name when I wake up. His eyes ravished my whole body once, appreciating every imperfection, his lips whispering sweet words to my ear and grazing the parts where he could feel my pulse.
In the end, hollowness took over his features and I left behind everything, only carrying three things from him. His eyes and the word run from his lips. Promising myself I would never let there be a third time.
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Sorrow | 18+
RomanceA tale of two sorrowful souls who crossed paths due to a trivial coincidence. His eyes will forever ravish her, his lips will leave eternal marks and one word will haunt her until she dies. She has learnt to be quiet and sweet. He has learnt to dom...
