She wasn’t supposed to be here, hell she was not even supposed to be in this country, according to his sources, but even the best sources could get it wrong. His heart broke with every step she took toward him, knowing that, no matter what he would say, he could not explain away the pain he had caused her, the pain of him leaving her behind, even if it was to keep her safe.
Her eyes, fixed on his, dark with a deep well of emotions, he brazed himself for a tirade of screams, accusation, and yes, even a slap. But he never expected, that she would place her lips on his own.
I opened my door, my home and my heart to him, only to be betrayed in the most painful way possible.
How could he tear apart the love and devotion, which I only have given him, no other, with such depth and trust?
Since the moment of revelation, I ached with a pain, that should not be possible to feel, one that froze my every move.
Tears held back, forced back by a smile, I waited for him to come home.
And was given the sweet opportunity to plunge the knife into his chest with such powerful force, that it broke into pieces.
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015
This post was inspired by this weeks Five Sentence Flash Fiction prompt: “Open”.