She was both hurt and angry. Her kohl lined eyes were red from crying in the shower; there was no way she was going to have him think of her as weak and vulnerable. Crying hadn’t washed away the hurt, as she had hoped. It was still there, throbbing even harder every time she thought about it. In her own thoughts, she silently stood staring out of the window. The sunrays caught her amber eyes and they glowed with the fire within her. He saw her just then and realized his mistake. He was sorry and drew her close to him. She wanted to fight him off, yet, she melted in his embrace. After all, he was all she had in the far-away country that was now their home…
4 comments:
Compulsions of compassion and loneliness? Very lucid writing.
@Advocatus Diaboli: Thank you :)
well siad story
Did not see this one earlier, Nice. But your She's was nice. She should have beaten him up and not melted ;) :P
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