Trust awaits terror

Don’t trust him! They said. He is not worth it! He will never be loyal to you!

He is a Casanova!

And all the fatal things which dejectedly made her despise his way of treating her.

Was she ever going to be important to him? Was he ever going to accept her and make her feel like she meant the world to him?

In the moment, she was helpless. She was shattered. She was in need of nobody, but him.

It was a satirical game of lust and trust. Each time she knew, he was only devouring his hunger for her skin and flesh. Her heart felt like a mere piece of absence. She felt like meat.

He would only sway her mind with his undoubtedly pretentious feelings when he felt she was starting to slip away from his hands.

More than that, he always told her he loved her.

A bigger heartbreak for someone who is already tired of being spun in the terror of distrust.