Betrayal

"I want roses" written on the mirror and a smile across his face lightenend the atmosphere surrounding. The sole remembrance of her soft curves did. Wrapped in a lacey black garter belt, silk stockings and stilettos, as last night she was. If there was ever a woman´s body which bespoke tenderness, it was hers. Her smell, her warmth, all her sweetness was his, undilluted, undisputable. Always calling on gentle words to him, her only love. Just last night he twisted slightly and then pulled the pearl string she was wearing around her neck. She gave him a smug stare and the undisturbed grin of one perpetually in love. She would have never been with anyone else. No, she could never... or could she? Thuded the question even deeper as his hand ran up and down the delicate line between her cleavage and her ear, time and time again.

Though he never spoke his doubt, she knew: "You know I didn´t. I love you" she said in a hushed voice, her eyes piercing with request end expectation. But it was already too late. No word she could say would change his mind; he would never again laugh excitedly after making love to her and feeling the endorphin burst that always came with their culmination. He would never dream of her again. She stood in awe watching from a corner of the room, which was now ominously quiet and seemed to grow darker as her light slowly faded. She did nothing, but to exist. And now, this existence was forbidden by him.  Or maybe it was the therapist. Or maybe the pill, who knows. They called her "a delusion". But it is all over now... How could she have forseen such betrayal?