I heard him. I knew trust was never a very strong idea in our relationship. It was more a feeling we never experienced in all our years of wonders.

I grabbed his hand and merely whispered, “You shouldn’t!” My voice was so soft and quiet it sounded like a sweep of the fresh wind. Tempted to slap him or just show my emotion, I clenched my fists. Digging my nails deeper and deeper into my palm. Blood all light red dripped like the raindrops, all calm before the storm.

Today was meant to be a romantic day in the grassland. Giggling and ooey. A poetic night holding enchantment above all. His words killed my fantasy. No armour, no knight. His soul was dark as night. He was lonesome, I could tell. How could I repay him. If I let my emotions show I would be whisked away. Such a toxic society. One smile, weep, rage or pain and you will be taken away. My baby sister whom cried when she was born paid that price. I don’t want to hurt him but I need to release what I’ve buried deep inside. He went to kiss me. Still dull faced and dreary. How can he love me dearly if we aren’t allowed to show it.

My fists clench harder, my blood pumps faster, my face turns redder, my chest rises and falls quicker. Is this what rage feels like. Red and raw. My mind went from shades of grey and plain to this red flame. It burnt me inside out. I had to let it show.