She stood there as she watched her castle crumble down, the one she felt was built effortlessly, for love decided to smile on her again, to show her the beauty behind the monster she saw in the reflection glaring back at her, she was clearly wrong, it crumbled right before her eyes, the most horrifying scene she had witnessed, her emotions couldn't be fathomed, who would she tell she was broken beyond the ability to be fixed?, who would she show the tears that silently dropped from her beautiful dreamy eyes? , for she masked her pain behind the charade of pretty smiles and unending pretentious laughters almost perfectly. She finally understood why love was scary to her, her trust was always given unfairly. The day seemed bright to the world, but darkness loomed around her, clouds of rage, a storm erupting, one of fear, anger undouzed, she sat in silence staring at the picture " don't tell me it's now a memory, No!!, I wanted something sure". She craved everything in agony, comfort, encouragement, smiles, now she was left with nothing but the image stuck in her head, the one she kept in the fragment of her imagination, nostalgia taking a hold of her, extremely overwhelming, so vivid, so clear. For he " let go" and once again, she was left to navigate the width of her heart, to understand her torrid self, it was really sombre, a tumult of pain, she understood why she kept her emotions to herself, because love would mean some falling and she was afraid of heights, now everything became a mosaic of fantasy, dropped piece by piece, nothing made sense now, she recalled her previous writings, her heartfelt words " for my naked body deserves the honour of being shared only with someone who is covenanted to never stop loving my naked soul", she sure wasn't going to compromise on this conviction, even though her emotions pushed her to give it a second thought, one hard and long enough to cause a wave of stinging agony, fleeting shadows of mere despair, she yelled at the reflection now, " I didn't do wrong!, love is patient!, love waits!, love understands!", she screamed at the top of her lungs, trying to push her brain into reset mode, to numb off her heart, she dropped to the ground, her hands in her face, her tears like a river, her heart and soul like a shattered frame," my God would be upset, I'd rather lose you than the promise of obedience, my life depends on obedience to His commandments, 'leave the bed undefiled', He has commanded". Her emotions became tough to control, for she had lost her love to pleasure, her world to the world, they went in opposite directions, one unwilling to give up her standards, the other unwilling to compromise to stay. " He let go", she screamed, " he let go", " he's gone", "No!!!!!", her fingers balling up to a fist and smashing the mirror in tiny bits, her blood dripping, staining the once neat floor, she heard voices tell her she was a fool " how could you?, he would have stayed, it's just sex after all you know, I'm sure you also want that pleasure", if only they understood what mere intertwined fingers with him did to her heart, what his photos or his calls or the sound of his voice did to her mind, the butterflies it aroused, the excitement it brought, they wouldn't speak about the sacred mixture of blood and body hormones, the entirety of her being would belong to him at such submission and there would be no turning back, he could do as he pleased then, because he was a part of her and her, a part of him. He would be her king, the one who ruled her heart, the one who possessed her soul, the one who owned her body, the one who controlled her mind. She was so fragile, her heart broke into a thousand pieces, she's the helpless figure looking for somewhat hope in the hopeless situation presented before her. She looks down seeing her reflection through the shard of glass. She can feel anger crawling up her spine, picking all the shards and smashing them into smaller pieces, “ he really let go”