When love can be mistaken

Coverting her body, slender, firm and sleek, he lived the very aura of her, she made his knees go weak, he devoted his time to winning her, to exalting all she is, and he could not understand why she treated him like he did not exist. He worshipped the very ground she walked on, admired her mind, and her body, he followed her like a disciple a trusted loyal friend. One day he spoke his words of love to her in hope she would reply likewise, instead she looked him in the eyes and said that she feared him. Felt he was stalking her, giving her the creeps, saw the way he leered at her, she did not want to imagine the thoughts he must think, well this truly upset and disturbed him, to the point he felt she needed to learn, that she could not hurt and treat his love and heart like that and as his fury burned, he waited for her in the shadows of the night and jumped and wrestled her to the ground, and there he took advantage of her, threatening her if she made a sound.

The next day he strutted around as if he had got it all, but when he saw her and noticed the glow in her was gone leaving only the ghost of her former self to be seen, he felt the guilt of what he’d done, and felt now so demeaned. As he approached to apologise she turned with a victims precision, and slipped a knife between his ribs and said that was for being so mean and for taking something that was not his to take, and for ruining her life for no reason, all for his lustful ache, and as he was slipping away, she heard him say, I just wanted to win your love, she looked and bowed down and whispered in his ear, you could never be worthy enough. Then his eyes closed and he sighed his last breath and she departed the scene, walking away, swearing a vow to herself, that she never be abused again.