Distrust

"Fine… as you wish, let's talk." He uttered with no warmth in his voice. "Let's talk about that man you married, Evie."

Evie felt her heart squeezed in pain as she looked at him. His eyes were coated over with anger. Now that she was looking at him without that nagging thought that he was someone else, Evie realized how wretched he looked. And she could barely hold back her tears from spilling from her eyes.

He had the look of a man who went through hell over and over. He was spilling over with so much darkness and power, but he was heartbreakingly damaged. At that moment, Evie realized what people meant when they say there was something hauntingly beautiful in broken things.

This man… how hauntingly beautiful he was right now as he looked down at her.

Just looking at him made her heart bleed and she could no longer hold back her tears from falling silently from the corners of her eyes.