mrmrcia

This is a story about an open-relationship between an unwilling prostitute and a married man. 


He was in an open marriage, but she's not the wife. To be one of the many partners of a man committed to another woman was her role. 


She wanted to hide her feelings that were starting to grow, her longing to be by his side, and lastly herself, by virtue of an open relationship. 


However, it was all for naught. When everything came to light, she desired to end the relationship they had. Her last words echoed through his mind as she bid him farewell through her mournful eyes. 


"If only I hadn't met you, I wouldn't be hurting this badly."

A Rich Man's Lover

'Did I just hear-- No, no, you're hallucinating, Syn. Get a grip on yourself.'

Syn shut her eyes, so tightly as if she didn't want to open them again. A turmoil, that she had no hopes of stopping, came into being inside of her mind that was a mess in itself by now. The clash was between the pool of her emotions, with distrust in the lead, and the voice in her head, frantically telling her that she was not mistaken.

Being the pessimist that she was, Syn followed her raging emotions. If she had the composure to be rational, she wouldn't have been suffering from her current circumstances in the first place.

'Why am I like this? Why does he have that effect on me?' As Syn fell deeper into her thoughts, her breathing was slowly becoming ragged. 'Why am I even asking these questions? I know the answer already. It's not him. It's not him, Syn.'

February 7, 2021: Solace