Try Crying Prettier

Sleepingwithhimwasaveryimpulsivedecision.

Yesterday,Damia’sfirstlovethatusuallyfilledherwithanxiousjoy,brokeherheartwithacruelrejection:

“Findanotherman.”

Hermanipulativestep-brothersmiledather.

“Didn’tItellyou?Youwilleventuallycometome.”

Damiawasfedupwithallthesegames.

Sosheseducedandsleptwiththemanwhohadjustarrivedinthenorth.

Thebeautifuleyesbelongingtothewomansubjecttoterriblerumorsheldnolust,insteadAkkardfoundtheballerinatoberatherclumsyandpure.

“Yourcryingfaceispretty.Cryalittlemore.”

HegrabbedDamia’sanklesthattriedtoflee,overworkedfromhispersistentardor,butthatonlymadehimcovetherevenmore.

Damia,lyingbeneaththeferociousbeast,literallycriedherselfhoarse.

Themankissedallofhertears,andpainstakinglylickedhereyelids.

Andsoonhelaughedgreedily.

“Trykeepcryingundermefromnowon.”

Theman’slipswhispereduntilthelegsbrokeapart.

….Itseemsthatshehadchosenthewrongpersontoplaywith.