She flinched: “Um, what?”
L was bending over her, his flawless face smiling.
“You all right? I was asking if you’re ready to get going.”
“Yeah. I’m fine. Let’s move.”
“Okay, let’s go then.”
She stood up and froze the brave-and up-to-anything expression on her face, smiling and speaking lightly when they said goodbye to the other two.
She hugged her sister and smiled to Pierre. They wished each other good luck and waved goodbye for the last time before heading in the opposite directions.
Catching up with his step she pretended to walk lightly beside L. They spoke a few words about the task at hand, but as they fell silent, her insides crumpled while she was struggling not to show it.
She was walking almost blind, anger fighting with disappointment and sadness. Asking her if she was all right! The treacherous bastard!
She could still see the image from the previous evening in her head. That cold, pale witch all over him. Those scarlet lips just inches from his, whispering something inaudible. And he, lifting her chin up to him, looking straight into her eyes, answering her, laughing.
Something in her chest hurt, burnt. He had lied to her about what he was after. She could forgive him for that. But he must have lied about his feelings for her, too. How could she bear that?
Her legs felt weak, but she kept going, straight on, unwavering. L did not seem to notice anything.
Tears welled in her eyes. Her throat hurt. She wanted to scream of the pain bursting inside her. But she’d be damned if she let him see her hurting. She swallowed hard, blinked a few times, and walked on.
This post is a response to Red Writing Hood, a weekly writing meme hosted at Write On Edge (formerly The Red Dress Club). This week's prompt was: write a piece where you explore the first broken heart for your character – or for you.
I haven’t done a Red Writing Hood post for ages, mostly because I tend to miss prompts on Wednesday and when I see it on Thursday I usually don’t have enough time to write it.
The above story is most probably going to be a part of a fantasy/adventure love story I’m working on. It will come up somewhere in the second half of it, I think, but I still have some other things to cover to come to it. Nevertheless, this prompt was very inspiring in planning the story further ahead.