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| Art by: Stina Aleah |
THE INTRO
After years of playing games,
her shady past caught up with her. Sitting before her with his head in
his hands, he looked up slowly with eyes filled with a dangerous mixture of disappointment
and disdain. The woman he thought he knew was no longer in front of
him. Vincent took a long deep breath before looking her into her
eyes. As their eyes met, a tear fell slowly from his. Instead
of looking away to hide his pain, he continued to look through her. Barely
blinking and without words; she knew.
Nyla loved Vincent but
was so used to being adored that one second without his attention sent her on a
quest to find excitement. Never considering the weight of her
actions she let another man lead her into a world where even her mind could not
create. Every encounter with him was like a new journey into a world
she could not escape. As Vincent sat holding the letters and pictures,
that she thought she hid so well, she knew she would have to explain. Her
confidence in herself would not allow her to believe she could not work
her magic to get him to understand whatever lie she was about
to tell. Her mind quickly raced thinking of everything that
he could have seen and what explanation could be given to justify it
all. Nyla sat there, hands folded in her
lap thinking, “How am I going to get out of this one?”
They both had so many thoughts running through their heads but neither dared to speak, they had no idea where to begin. Nyla could not watch another tear fall from his eyes. The sight of seeing Vincent so hurt was breaking her down inside; she had to stop his tears because seeing him so hurt compromised her strength. As she reached to wipe the tears from Vincent’s face, without thinking he lunged toward her, his hands around her neck with the same blank look on his face that he had for the past 30 minutes. He saw her mouth moving but rage would not allow him to hear any of her words, as well as allow them to register. Before he knew it, she was no longer mouthing words and her body was just as limp and still as his soul.
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