Whispers In His Arms

It was in the middle of the night where the night had turned extremely gloomy and dark. Every sane person might be sleeping at this time of the night but instead of sleeping, her eyes were still shedding those drops of tears in complete silence.

Her head was placed on the edge of the bed as she was sitting on the floor like a statue and the only evidence of her living existence was those tears which were falling from her eyes.

Every single thing that had happened between them, every single thing which he said to her, all of that was killing her soul with no mercy. She knew he had hurt her and the pain he gave her and was about to give her was unforgivable but then his questions started haunting her cruelly. What about his pain? The pain she had given him by physically, mentally and emotionally using him. She knew she had made him feel used every time he tried to show his love to her.

Every time he opened his heart to her, she crushed it merciless but he continued to come back to her