She struck him hard, he could only laugh.
He killed her with his touch. Always when everyone was looking.
Laid bare, she knew she deserved him, all he stood for.
Everyone knew, he stood for her. It was always hard for her.
She was madness, she was lightness, always invisible with a smile.
They could never see her reason; her sorrow seeped into their eyes, blinding with fire fuelled by hate.
They belonged to her.
She owned them with her honesty.
She only failed because she cared.
That was the only rule - you must never care.
But she'd never been one for rules.
I dare you, she cried.
I dare you to care.
She struck him hard; he could only laugh.