That was classic. The most basic escape plan. The original reason, a final throwaway, like a pawn. Out, she goes… A perfectly constructed scenario to trick her into believing she wanted it that way. And yes, yes she did. She was given little chance to shift the game. She was ambushed. The ultimate alchemist at play. Illusions of the magic touch, by the erotic, and intoxicating promises… In all the in between of his ocean’s movement of in’s and out’s… The waves inside of her… While losing him. While losing them… She’s finding herself.
Classic. The classic move. Easy, wasn’t it? Just like that. A good reason. A reason one can’t refuse, and has to oblige.
I don’t know really if she found herself yet. She doesn’t seem to know where to go. She knows definitely what she does not want. She definitely knows what she does want. In circles she walks, timid to let it in. She has closed up her heart. Tight. Nothing is getting through. No pain. No love. Nothing. Breathing, beating heart without a life.
Because after all, didn’t she fail in everything?