SHE was destiny's daughter, no longer Fate's Bride. Shaped by tides of emotions, as deep as the tears of the oysters she wore. Pearls, they called it... now she knew why. Each perfect beauty molded like the tears she'd cried.Pure, transluscent, fragile. Many had loved her but she wore her widowhood like a mantle. Protecting her from rapacious eyes lusting to satisfy their greed. It sheltered her from falling in love again. Yet, she did.
The unbearable lightness of being insignificant in her lover's life. He had yet to come to terms with her widowhood. Something, that was a nagging thought in his otherwise placid life. Choices left to moods, because he knew... one day, he'd just take up a virgin as easily as he lied about her existence in his life. Just one of those technicalities solvable by appliying a formula.
Yet, she often pondered. Shouldn't time and maturity bring one close to the one and only truth... Death? She was still destiny's child, following her mother's footsteps whatever fate meted out to her. Love only held her hand when noone was looking. A lover afraid of truth casting long shadows in his own life. Her insignificance was not personal, just another grain in a series confusion created by a fleeing mind.His.
She was DESTINY, tired of living a lie! Her mantle, shining as a bride's veil, nolonger in the shadow of a cladestine lover who feared the her truth. Hypocrisy has no place in love. Hypocrisy shares no space in life.
