Heart of Glass. [Chapter Eight.]

When I finally re-entered consciousness, my breathing was quite unsteady and came out rather rapidly. I could already feel the perspiration that had settled itself onto my skin, adding onto the clammy and uncertain feeling that was spilling through my body.

As the silence preoccupied the room, - along with my heart beat and light snoring to my right - I took in every second of it, cherish the moments I had without shouts ringing in my ears and echoing all around. My gaze was suddenly fixated on the sleeping figure next to me. His lighthearted snores and warm presence was enough to melt my heart and the sorrow that lie within. Yet, the pain coursed through me as the title of being my husband just stuck. Still, he looked so peaceful, calm, and even carefree as he was sound asleep before me. It was hard to truly believe that he was capable of hurting any possible living soul here on this earth.

Even though he was the very one that had made the hurt that was flooding through my heart, striking into my inner core at this moment, it was almost impossible to begin to accredit. But it was most certainly true. Now, as the memories began to continuously pile onto each other, I couldn't help but to see that man as the culprit for coming close to murdering my already excruciating fragile and thin-like paper heart. I had put all of my hope and trust into our relationship, and even lay my life down at his betraying feet.

I shook away the negative feelings and thoughts, however, as he began to quietly mumble in his sleep like he used to. My heart soared ever so slightly from its' empty pit at the memory for the first time tonight. Each night that I would lie awake just to focus on my heart beat and his snoring, gently tracing nonexistent patterns on his chest as my name would soon come tumbling out of his tender lips, making all of my insides fully become alive and well, a rather complete vessel of their own.

My fingers instinctively reached for his shaggy hair, memories revealing and inscribing his old self again. As it was all brought out, the man I had truly loved finally showing through, my movements instantly froze as another name was flung out from behind his teeth.

"Lucy." Just the way that he had said it made my anger rise once more. I caught my fingers and brought them back towards me, the new man peeking through the cracks, tearing apart the seams of the older one to reveal the cold hard truth. My feet now had a mind of their own as I hopped out of bed, clenching my fingers together and gritting my teeth from the frustration that I had tried so hard to bury inside of me, - never to be found again - resurfacing.

The touch and feel of his own words stung my heart, and awakened the agony, hurt, sorrow and even the distrust that I had pushed aside to only begin to tamper with a complete, dishonest lie. It was as though the world itself was coming against me; slamming, pushing, shoving, tossing me in every direction with a heightened amount of force.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems.
Did you believe it to be much too short? :/