via Daily Prompt: Succumb
Lonely, bereft, lost and in need of a friend. The road I found myself on was long and dark, and the pain which encircled my heart from the dawn of each day to the last breath of night was a cross too heavy for a wounded soul. People died of a broken heart and oh how I understood why.
“I don’t love you, and I can’t live with someone I don’t love”……Hang on, had we not taken vows to love each other ’till death us do part’, and through everything in-between. We’d had our struggles but I believed in those vows, had grown up believing in ‘forever’ , a happy ever after.
Laying each night in sheets of shattered glass and splintered memories turned my lovingly decorated room into a chamber of horrors, a night of escape was my only reprieve and the liaison began, masking the pain. A friendly face in a crowded bar, a strong tanned muscular body reaching across to a red-haired Rapunzel. Human touch, male attention, igniting a flame which made me feel alive, desirable, attractive, a woman.
How could I not succumb….