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It was him; here again, as if conjured to quell her insecurities. Pilar truly never thought she would see him again, so after their brief encounter she had abandoned the thought entirely, if only to protect herself from the very real sensation of disappointment that was so commonplace among her thoughts.
The adoration for her in his voice swelled like the cool autumn air in her lungs as he acknowledged the cruelty of the fates. She had not thought to blame anyone other than herself for her various transgressions, but the red stallion who looked so similar to her son, was quick to point toward this otherworldly plan as valid reasoning. She stared on at him in silence, the notion that this was meant to be, burning inside her alongside the familiar, earthly desires he roused from within.
Clearly she cannot hide the unease in her expression, as his next words key in on it expertly, so quick to offer himself as a distraction or a sounding board. He almost begged for it, and as she continued staring at his handsome face, she imagined how easy it would be to throw herself into his embrace once again—how good it had felt to dance with him on the beach, and how unexpectedly wonderful it was to be gifted with a child she loved more than anything else in the entire universe.
“I don’t claim to understand the motivation of the fates,” she remarked as he closed in on her, each of his steps a tick closer to the alarm on the clock ringing loudly in her ears. She could not move, her slender white legs froze in the sand. She was helpless, already succumbed to her fate and lacking the will to deny him underneath a blanket of stars that sparkled above her like a billion eyes, watching.
“Who am I, to deny them?” She whispered.
pilar
all I am is meant to bleed and bloom
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