105. Going on.

Proserpina

I came awake in the early hours of the morning and put out my hand to reach for my husband. It was chill in the room, and I missed his warm, hard body.

But Lucien was not beside me. The gray dawn filtered in through the blinds. I sat up slowly and looked around me. My short shift had ridden up during the night and my hair was a tangled mess, tendrils curling around my face.

Looking towards the window, I saw him, standing still and oblivious to the fact that I was awake.

Shaking my head sorrowfully, I rose slowly.

A couple of years had lapsed since that terrible night when our lives had seemed to come to a standstill, but I knew that my lover would carry the scars with him forever, as we all did.

I wept sometimes but Lucien held himself back, never letting anyone know how he was dealing with the betrayal of a man he had trusted with his life.

The friend who had tried to kill him and sell me off into the sex trade.

It was a betrayal that he had never got over, not till date.