The Invitation

Desire does not knock. It waits to be noticed.

It was a glass picture frame, a photo of Sasha sitting in a stunning wedding dress in a fully blossomed garden, against the backdrop of a magnificent mansion. And though I had seen many pictures of her during that evening, in exotic locations, this one stood out because she looked quite happy. There were flowers in her hair and the sun’s perfect angle upon her face was making her glow.

“My dear, you have broken my heart in so many pieces that I feel like I live now without one, yet, feeling the pain of it being torn to shreds. It is that pain with which I must now live for the rest of my life. How could you betray me? When I gave my everything to you and loved you like my own flesh and blood! My soul and harmony, I found nectar in your essence and to think that you would do such a cruel deed to me makes me want to tear my flesh so that I strip myself of pain forever, the pain of watching you in bed with my very own brother! I damn you! I damn you for the rest of your life!...."

Larissa should not have opened the letter. But longing is a quiet persuader.