Fire.
She looked into his eyes, and pulsated love. He looked at her body, and sensed lust. Was it different perspectives or just a misunderstood truth? She glowered at him, with fire in her eyes. Her dark locks beating against the wind, like snakes on Medusa's head. He said she needed him; she couldn't go on without him. He said she wouldn't survive, that she loved him too much. He said it with such confidence, such zeal. With a devious smile spread across his gorgeous face. He said it, expecting her to yield, expecting her to succumb. The look on his face sickened her. Made her feel queasy, was she the reason this got so far? Was she the reason why this guy had the audacity to command her? Demand submission out of her? She closed her stinging eyes, he won’t get to her. Not this time, the fire in her was too strong, too powerful. It had been one year, it had been enough. ‘Enough’, her head told her. ‘Please, Sandra, just walk away.’ She sighed, clenched her fists and o