"Can we talk?" she said walking up to me in a dimly lit hallway filled with the scent of cigarettes and alcohol. Her tall slender figure that seductively turned away her boots echoing as I followed. I reached out grabbing her hand softly gripping the thin wrist. "I'm sorry, this marriage was a mistake." she said as she loosens her hand out of my grip as she showed a far-off expression. I became numb and cold, it all suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe like the air had been knocked out. "Is it because of my father?" I said standing Infront of her looking down at her. she looked away gripping her wrist tightly and softly spoke "family cannot be changed and love that isn't there can't be grown," without another word I turned away knowing with all my might what she meant. "I will have the divorce papers signed and ready in one week after my trip" for the first time I felt like my entire being shatter. my only little hope in this life vanish in a drop of ink.

Fiction Of Love