I’ve gone dark again, I’m afraid. Must be the time of the year. 😦
His attentions were suffocating; his perpetual intimacy invasive. There was never a moment for her to indulge in private reflection, or to savour her own space.
She could not pass by without a lingering hand round her waist, a beery kiss on her cheek, a nose burrowing for the fragrance of her hair.
“Leave me alone,” she wanted to scream.
Then one day she found him asleep with her open journal on his chest. Snatching up a chisel, she stabbed, time and time again, tears mingling with blood.
When he awoke she lay dead; safe in her own space at last.