Invisible, untouchable, just words, yet nothing at all, all deceitful things.
"I'm leaving." Valentine Teller buried her head forcefully, trying to break free from his grip.
He was always like this, going against her wishes, mocking and ridiculing her.
She could disregard all of that, as long as she guarded her heart, she could face him calmly and composedly.
"I'll walk you out." Mark Reed released his hand, rubbing his forehead.
What exactly was he doing; she was married with a child, why could she still make him lose control and do these absurd things?
When did he stop being carefree, even becoming somewhat unreasonable?
He loathed this version of himself, walking behind Valentine Teller, looking at her oversized clothes, feeling they were very obtrusive.
Her once graceful curves were all buried under this trash.
Might as well not wear anything.
Not wearing anything, more beautiful!
