Heartbreak

Katya

I dreaded seeing Ferrara, knowing he would have questions.

Questions I couldn't answer without risking changing how he saw me.

Yet, having him make assumptions based on what he had seen filled my heart with cold dread.

I felt conflicted, trapped between rock hard places which would ruin me irrespective of the path I chose.

My heart was heavy as I made the short walk to the private jet which was waiting in the middle of the property.

It made the wind more fierce, sweeping my long hair about, red strands pushing into my face.

I stood in the middle of the acres of land, memories of last night flooding into my mind, taunting me with its resonating intensity.

Just last night, Ferrara and I had been so close, our bodies and souls connecting as one.

He had owned and given himself to me, our lips whispering words of nothingness as he took me to a height I couldn't return from.

Even now, my heart soared at the thought of those memories which had been imprinted into my skin, send