May 31st, 2006
“How dare he,” she thinks. Her thoughts are like fire to her mind, her anger burns whatever loving feelings she may have had. It is enough. It is old. And it is over.
He will not believe it, of course. But when he realizes that the part of her heart that was so easy to manipulate is no longer available to him, he will go quietly. Quietly, because his strength and bravado are born out of the domination of others. Quietly, because he is surprised and frightened at the thought of having to find another submissive. Quietly, because he has no choice. For now he knows that her strength, although she had trouble finding it, is far greater than his own.
This post features Reverie, painted by Dante Gabriel Rossetti