Barmecide || (e.w.)

introduction

She would have lived differently if she hadn't have met him. He wouldn't have led her, immersed in his lies, into the dark sickness of what she held inside. However, with his constant dwindling and reappearing presence, she couldn't have avoided the consequences that had lied ahead. She couldn't have avoided him.

She thought he would be her prince, the one she needed to feel whole and secure; however, after he left, she felt the exact opposite - worse. She went day to day starving for love afterwards: no sanity, no security. If he would have stayed, if he would have never left or perhaps, if he would have left, and never come back, she might have been okay. But people like him stay in minds like her's, a constant torture and reminder of what's never to become.

Evelyn was her name, and she was mine.

  My name is Emory, I never meant to hurt anyone, I just didn't know what to do to convey my feelings, to take care of them, to take care of her. She seemed so distant yet so close that I never knew where I should have been on her mind. So, I kept leaving, coming back again, attempting to find my place in her life without intruding, without damaging her. But some things aren't meant to be.