Sunday, August 10
mental abuse///////////
When she read it, she collapsed in her seat, closed her eyes for a second and inhaled slowly, thinking how much heartache sucked big time. Slowly, tears rolled down her cheeks. She cried like there was no tomorrow. All she ever needed was a disarmingly good listener.
He made it sound so simple and natural. But as far as she was concerned, his theories were too unnervingly close for comfort.
All the while, she felt like an object of affection. Or maybe a cigarette. Light it. Enjoy it. Then flick it away.
She's out of words. She doesn't know what to say. She's speechless.
And she's not looking forward to each tomorrow. No.
Because with each moment, she's slipping away.