Moths fluttered about your hair, dodging and weaving among the stray strands. Gently I shooed them away with my hands while I listened to each and every one of your lies. J’accuse!

I smiled as you recoiled, thinking my intentions were ill-conceived. While you lacked grace, I accepted your apologies to let you save face. You wouldn’t understand. I… was beauty, and you were beast. We played among the faeries and you chose to sit there believing London was falling in your eradicated reality. You failed. You failed me. You failed to take the time to learn what truth was. Why does your memory smear across my sight?

We all have free will to choose who we are and will be. God did not decide. We did. I chose to embrace love unconditionally without contempt, assuming and judging. Yes. I knew you were lying all this time. You really thought I was an idiot, didn’t you?

You wanted honesty, and I gave it in return for your sins.