Here's mine for the week, sorry its up late. It's from my WIP "Tonia".
She
shivered as she ducked into the small gazebo and sank to the wooden floor,
dripping and cold. He had betrayed her trust. She had asked him not to mention her
past to his family and he had practically thrown it in his father’s face.
A
liar. A charlatan. That’s what Byron’s father and
grandfather thought of her. They
thought she was somebody Byron shouldn’t have married. Why, because she didn’t know her own
name? That was all she was guilty
of. What if he convinced Byron
that he had made a mistake? That
she was a mistake. Maybe she
should never have come... Byron perhaps would have been better off without her
problems.
Sobs shook her body. Her tears poured down her cheeks and the rain began to pound,
as if matching her misery with its own outbursts. The wind became stronger and whipped the rain into sheets
that blew straight through the gazebo.
The light drizzle had quickly become a frightening storm. Within a few seconds she was soaked to
the bone. Thunder echoed through
the sky and Tonia realized she couldn’t hear her own sobs anymore over the
sound of her teeth chattering together.
She crawled to the entrance of the gazebo.
“Byron.” Her voice came out as a hoarse
whisper. Too cold. She crawled
back behind the gazebo furniture, taking refuge from as much of the rain as
possible. Stupid girl, no one even knows where you are.
Woo woo!! Love it!
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