When I close my eyes at night, holding her, her innocent expression fills my mind and makes my heart swell.
Then I'm reminded of all I've exposed her to. It doesn't matter that she wants it. I shouldn't allow it.
I only want to see our future.
I can't.
Until the truth is unveiled and a new order can dominate, dreams can't become a reality. She can't move past the rush of the darkness and into the light. I can't stop the secrets and lies that take us from one day to the next.
When I open my eyes and stare at her, her innocence is engraved in my mind. But I also see the part of her no one else does. It's everything opposite of what she shows the world.
Both parts of her make my head spin. I wonder how so much opposition can exist within her. And how I'm going to keep her sinful ambition fed once this is over.