Really?

Did you really just do that to me?

I trusted him and he did that. He told me that he loved me and I fell for the word, the word itself was captivating, the word wraps itself around you and squeezes every last breath out of you until you feel like you're floating in the mid summer breeze but how can you fall so willingly even at a single hint of the word? It is just a mere genetic flaw discovered only within the female mind, or is it something which is deeper than that? Are men just very good at misleading even the most grounded of souls?

Love doesn't come into the equation. This wasn't love, this was a hellish nightmare consuming my every thought, devouring my identity. I did not over come my tiny situation. The situation overwhelmed me.

Cold, exposed and frightened, the fields in which I spent happy moments with him soon became a symbol of everything which is wrong in the world, the trees looked down on me like tortured souls, the wind howled like a desperate wolf escaping the inevitable. 

His hands groped me like an octopus wrapping its tenticles around its unexpecting prey, his tounge hissed in my ear like a snake whispering in the shadows, the only way for me now was to shut my eyes and pretend it wasn't happening, I compressed the situation into my unconsious mind, pretending it wasn't happening, telling myself that it wasn't real.

But it was real. It was happening.

This is life.