• prologue •
#Journal entry: 5467
Dear Husband,
Though I love you,I've chosen to let you go.
I want to see you happy,
To hear your belly laugh
Until tears fall from your eyes.
Boy, you deserve everything
You've ever wished for-
And you wished for her.
The girl who held your heart from the start,
The girl I always wished I could be...
But unfortunately, I'm not her.
I'm just your wife-
The girl you were shackled to, forcefully.
Don't worry, my dear, dear boy-
I'm going to free you.
I may not be the girl you're in love with,
But I'm the girl who loves you with all her heart.
Soon.I'll set you free and let you fly,
So you can soar to her and be happy.
Of course, I'll be heartbroken.
But seeing you happy again
Is worth every ounce of heartbreak,
Because this foolish girl
Loves you that much!!
-Just your wife,
Matilda whitmore.
Matilda's face remained blank as she stared at the old journal page. The paper was puckered and warped where her tears had fallen, the ink smudged by the weight of her grief dissolved salty tears.
She swirled her wine glass slowly. The click-clack of the ribbon ice and the sharp cling of ice against glass were the only sounds in the calm room.
After taking an elegant sip-her lipstick was a perfect match for the deep red vintage-she tipped the glass. As She watched, detached, as the wine drowned the paper, washing away her pathetic confessions in a crimson soak.
With her long, freshly manicured French-tipped fingers, she slid open the desk drawer. There lay her husband's luxury lighter, his initials engraved into the polished silver. The metal was ice-cold against her warm skin. She flicked it open, and a small flame bloomed-an alluring dance of blue and orange, a fire petal.
Without a trace of hesitation, she held the flame to the edge of the drunken paper...
Matilda whistles as she set a fire!!
