The Heart To heart Talk

The afternoon sun cast long shadows as Hazel and Wren strolled through the park, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the bamboo trees. Hazel was startled when Wren called her out and told her that she wanted to accompany her, Hazel agreed.

The café visit had left Hazel feeling strangely comforted, a sense of calm she hadn't experienced in months. Wren's presence was like a soothing balm, her words a gentle reassurance that everything would be alright.

It was something she never thought she wanted , it was until she talk it out she really knew what she had been longed for.

"You know," Wren began, her voice soft, "being a preacher isn't always easy. People see the glamour, the crowds, the adoration. But they don't see the weight of responsibility, the constant pressure to be perfect."

Hazel listened intently, captivated by Wren's words. She had always been fascinated by Wren's public persona for the few days she haf known about her, the way she commanded attention and inspired devotion. But she had never considered the burdens that came with such power.

"There are times," Wren continued, her eyes gazing into the distance, "when I feel like I'm carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. People come to me with their deepest fears, their darkest secrets. They expect me to have all the answers, to solve all their problems. They see me as a savior, however am just a human... I have my blocks too ".

She paused, turning her gaze towards Hazel. "It's exhausting," she confessed, a hint of weariness in her voice. "But it's also… rewarding, sometimes not all the time it healing me too. To know that I can make a difference, that I can offer hope to those who are lost regardless of my limited powers."

Hazel nodded, her heart going out to Wren. "I can't imagine," she said softly. "You're so strong , probably the strongest person I have ever met."

Wren smiled, a gentle, almost melancholic smile. "Strength is a facade, Hazel. We all have our weaknesses, our vulnerabilities."

The conversation shifted, and Hazel found herself opening up to Wren, sharing her own experiences, her fears, her frustrations. She spoke of her failing marriage, her growing sense of isolation, the feeling that she was losing herself.

Wren listened with rapt attention, her eyes filled with empathy. She nodded, she murmured words of encouragement, she made Hazel feel heard, understood.

"It sounds like you're going through a very difficult time," Wren said, her voice laced with concern. "But you're not alone, Hazel. You have me."

The words, spoken with such sincerity, sent a shiver down Hazel's spine. She felt a surge of gratitude towards Wren, a sense of relief that she finally had someone to confide in.

"Thank you," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "I don't know what I would do without you."

"You're a remarkable woman, Hazel," Wren continued, her voice low and soothing. "You deserve to be happy, to be loved. But sometimes, people we trust… they fail us."

She paused, her gaze meeting Hazel's. "Sometimes, they hold us back, they stifle our potential. They make us believe that we're not good enough, that we're not worthy of love."

Hazel felt a knot of anxiety tighten in her stomach. Wren's words resonated with her, echoing the doubts and insecurities that had been gnawing at her for years.

"Jeremy," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"I'm not saying that your husband is a bad person," Wren said quickly, her voice reassuring.

"But sometimes, even good people make mistakes. Sometimes, they lose sight of what's truly important."

She paused, her eyes searching Hazel's. "And sometimes," she added, her voice barely a whisper, "they hold us captive, preventing us from becoming the people we were meant to be."

Hazel's mind reeled. Wren's words were like a subtle poison, seeping into her consciousness, eroding her confidence, and amplifying her fears. She had always loved Jeremy, or at least she thought she did. But now, Wren's words were casting a shadow of doubt over her memories, making her question everything she thought she knew.

"You deserve better, Hazel," Wren said, her voice filled with conviction. "You deserve to be with someone who sees your worth, who cherishes you for who you are."

She reached out, gently placing her hand on Hazel's arm.

"You're a beautiful, intelligent, and compassionate woman. You have so much to offer the world. Don't let anyone dim your light."

Hazel's heart pounded in her chest. Wren's words were intoxicating, a heady mix of flattery and manipulation. She felt a surge of longing, a desperate desire to escape the pain and uncertainty of her life.

"Thank you, Wren," she said, her voice trembling. "You're right. I do deserve better."

Wren smiled, a soft, knowing smile. "Of course, you do," she said. "And I'm going to help you find it."

As they continued their walk, Wren subtly steered the conversation towards Hazel's dreams, her aspirations, her desires. She painted a picture of a life free from pain, a life filled with love and happiness.

"Imagine," she said, her voice dreamy, "a life where you're truly free, where you can be yourself without fear of judgment. A life where you're surrounded by people who love and support you, who believe in you."

Hazel's imagination soared, her mind filling with images of a future she had never dared to dream of. A future where she was loved, respected, and valued. A future where she was free.

Wren's words were like a siren's call, luring Hazel towards a dangerous shore. The seeds of doubt kept growing with each word. Hazel was vulnerable, and Wren was ready to guide her, to shape her, to claim her. The game was far from over, and Wren had only just begun to play.

Suddenly Wren grabbed Hazel's head and slammed her lips into Hazel's, she then closes her eyes as if she was enjoying the feeling of those tofu ,plumpy lips.

On the other hand Hazel was startled. Her mind was in total chaos at a moment, " What the heck is happening right now?".