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Eating Breakfast In Glass Slippers

Date: 11/8/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: TheScheherezadeFeint, Rating: 26, Source: LushStories

Elegant, beautiful, I was the belle of the ball. ...I was meant to be, anyway. Just last night... The stress of everything had been starting to get to me. Work. Family. Life. Planning the... it. Everything was building, coalescing, and then, quite suddenly, it stopped. It was over. I didn't feel it anymore. I'm free. He left me. An instant, a flash, a horrifying blast of anguish. He was just... gone. Absent. Vanished. All the air left with him when he went. Standing in a vacuum, I'm choking on emptiness, trying to find my phone in pockets that don't exist. Out of nowhere, and without transition, I find myself sitting on the floor, cornered by nobody. Hugging my knees only wraps me in the no longer comforting folds of my snowy white dress, quickly soaking and spilling with an ocean of tears. Lashed tightly together by ropes of my own limbs and hair, I just quiver and shake pathetically, a tangled mess. Sobbing in a spiral of sorrow, cackling in a cacophony of catastrophe; and utterly unpitiable. I'm staying here until this dress turns black. This is too much. Indignity and humiliation unchained like ravenous spectators hungry for bloodsport. In a strange way, I know that's who is really waiting for me tomorrow. Those who haven't disappeared, anyway. Frozen to the warm wooden floor, I cannot even move but to whimper and sob my sorrows in to the silence of the room. I don't know where he is. How long he's been gone. Why I'm still alone in this room. Where a single friend might ... be. A moment of peak tension is arrived, and I cannot stand it. Everything has reached its boiling point and I scream. Open my mouth and just scream right out lout. Neck craned back, head toward the moon, straight through the roof, I crack the sky with my howl. In time, the chaos settles like stormclouds into fog. I can breathe again. When the scream fades I still can't see. All I can do is feel. “I hate myself,” the words ring aloud, “I hate him,” these escape my lips more quietly but speak more truly, “I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this...” then the muttering simply takes me away... - - - This bed is soft. Cool, too. The window is open. I don't remember opening it. My head hurts and I'm dizzy. White walls pulse rhythmically like the veins that line my fragile skull. 'How?' My constant refrain, echoing softly in the cavernous hole he has left in my mind. Repeating my words inside myself, I am barely able to stir beneath the covers, let alone pull them back. I'm seriously considering peeing right here. Right now. At this very moment. No... I'm sure my companion in bed would object to that... Wait, what?! Frantic, confused, alarmed, a bit aroused, I whip my head to the side in the hopes of identifying the quiet source of warmth lying next to me. Sharp movement was the wrong choice. Blurriness and nausea black out my vision, so I throw off the covers and run blindly for the bathroom. By the time I arrive I'm okay again, or closer to. Not ...