Roleplay from Alyssa Kingsley
There it is. She thought as he said the words she had been trying to avoid. She knew that she couldn't. That Dustiria was right and that this was unavoidable. Why did it have to turn out like this? Why did he have to find that affection for me? Who cursed him so, to find his love for a girl such as me?
"Nemean." She said, fidgeting nervously and dropping her usual Sir. The other stopped with his hand at the door. A tear escaped from her eye as she continued, her hands folded in her lap in resignation. A grievous wound inflicted, yet she did not feel victorious. This was not a battlefield. This was a room with two people, fumbling in the dark. Both wanting warmth and light, but unable to find it. Another tear.
"I cannot help the way that I am. But I am sorry that it hurt you."
