the pony of death
Star
- Joined
- Jul 4, 2009
- Location
- Colorado
Lisha escaped her large home she was very upset with her family after a long day of rejecting men who she did not think were the type to truly love her for who she was. She escaped to a grove of trees near her home. She longed for her dear friend she had not seen in a couple years now, he was dear to her she wanted him to hug her and tell her that everything was ok. She soon leaned against the trunk of a tree for support she wore a tightly fitted dark green gown she hated wearing such clothing. She wished she could get away from this place she wished she could be free but even if she could she knew she would not for fear that she would dishonor her family. Her heart ached for a love that was undying and pure yet dark at the same time something no man she knew of could offer her. She wanted a man who had as strong of will as she had, she wanted a man who loved her enough to do anything to make her happy yet also willing to hold her against him and take everything from her her body, her mind, her very soul since he would already have her heart. But she knew her father would never allow her to have what she truly wanted and desired. She closed her eyes tightly as she tried to fight the tears back as she had for years but she could not hold them back anymore they slowly ran down her face "where are you my friend I need you so badly to tell me that everything is going to be alright." she whimpered. She desperately needed him to come and make her feel safe and happy again. He was the one who knew her best of all. She gently ran her fingers through her hair feeling the soft silk like tendrils across her thin fingers. She felt more alone than ever before since he had quit visiting her. She closed her eyes tightly not wanting to see the world right now and all of its cruelty. She shivered slightly from the night air but remained outside not wanting to return to home just yet. She wished that she lived in a time where women had more choices more freedom instead of being expected to marry and produce children before they were twenty. She was barely seventeen many men had come to try to claim her as their own but she had rejected them all and she was sure that if she did not choose soon her father would choose for her. She knew he would pick what he thought was best which meant wealth and position for their family but no happiness for her.