What he said, what he did, what he does, who he is, all of those thoughts ran through her mind as the darkness filled the room. She couldnt see anything through the darkness but images of him floated through her mind. She was in love, she was blindly in love.
Who would of thought he abused her.
Love is blinding she thought.
Love picks no gender, nor race to terrorize but it does pick me she said somewhat aloud. She felt the bruises that covered parts of her body as she felt the salty tears run down her pale face. She knew what he was doing to her was wrong but she loved him and she wasnt ready to let him go.
“I guess love really does hurt.” she said this time aloud, as more tears streamed off her face and onto her pillow. She closed her eyes and every night she vowed to end things, but somehow she never could no matter how hard she wanted to. Her heart ached and he body trembeled as she sobbed to herself and wished to never wake up, but somehow she knew that wouldnt happen…
Unless done purposely.