Ouch

Stagnant water, she is replaying reels of a mystical man with costumes and lights. Eyes locked on the screen, following his piercing gaze, and the untamed locks of hair, she listens to the soothing growl of his voice. Her heart bursts, as she can still feel the warmth of his hands and radiation from his core. Little pout quivers, and salty streams run down her petal face; it hurts to breathe.

Ephemeral, everything is fleeting. Trust. Love. ...the intimacy. But, the memories always stick.
He'll never know what he did to her.