100 words x 365 days
She watched through the window of pain as he joined his wife again. Yet, she’s stained with the memories of him. Her body still held his scent. He plays house with the perfect woman, yet he slips into the night to confess his heart to a whore. None the wiser, his world is kept tightly closed, shielding those he /loves/ from the seedy elements of her life. His whispers of love into the ears of his mistress, and yet he tucks himself into a bed of lies. Her heart, broken and battered as she slinks away until he will once again add to his collection of sins.
A. J. Luna