Belief; balance; rebound
Words: belief; balance; rebound
“I will not be a fucking rebound!”
There was no mistaking the snarl in his voice, nor the anger that was evident in his eyes, normally a calm warm grey, now as stormy as the sea in rough winds.
“You are balancing precariously close the edge of the amount of shit I can tolerate.”
He took a step closer, his breath harsh in the silence of the room.
“You string me along, give me hope, make me believe that my dreams are not necessarily impossible. Then you rip apart that belief, as though you take joy in giving me pain.”
Pain that was evident in his clouding eyes and his furrowed brows.
“Is it just a game for you? Is it fun for you, making a man cower and beg before you? Does it fulfill some sick fantasy of yours?”
She shook her head frantically, taking a step back leaning backwards onto the fireplace.
“Do you think me to be so pathetic that I would wait and grovel for even a speck of attention from you? Attention that you give sparingly, just enough so that people wait desperately, like a dog waiting for a treat.”
He shook his head in disgust.
“I cannot believe you.”
Darkened eyes glared into hers, every ounce of feeling from him evident in his stare.
“I just thought you were different.”
His voice broke on the last syllable.
“But I guess I was wrong.”
He shook his head, slowly and left the room, without sparing her a single glance, without hearing the choked sob that she let out.
She slowly slid to the ground and dropped her head between her knees and finally let her tears flow.