Drabble Challenge → 73 / 100; Pity [ 1 . 4 ]


Her eyes did not hold pity towards the man who was too ashamed to look at her. He felt she deserved better, she deserved to be bestowed with the perfect gentleman, & not him. The beast, the failure that was reflected each moment he lived, he was not a man. Her brown eyes softened as she took his hand into hers; warming the chill his had taken & smiled. Her lips curving before she pressed them to his rough cheek. “I long for you, not perfection my love.” He turned matching her eyes with his own. She squeezed his hand.


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