02 Jun


She hesitated for the briefest of moments

An imperceptible beat. The sweep of a clock hand marking a second. The folding of a butterfly’s wings. The delayed first clap of applause at the end of a recital. The reluctant closing of a child’s eyes, surrendering to sleep.

The silence hung in the air between them as if frozen, Solid, tangible, impassable. She wanted to reach across it for his hand, or touch his cheek, or stroke his hair, But the emptiness was too dense. An impassable barrier

He made the faintest movement with his head. His expression didn’t change. And yet something of him vanished from his face. But his features remained as immobile as mask. She could read nothing. His eyes were dead. Empty.

She was filled with longing for him. To be held as if she would never be released. To be hugged until everything was better.

It was the longing one has for something forever lost.

She could feel the tears rolling down her cheeks. Leaving sad, wet, first tracks for many more to follow.

She wanted to plead, to beg, to fall upon her knees and beseech him. Yet the awful finality of the moment paralysed her and made her mute.

He had known, from her pause, from that briefest of uncertainties, what she had done.

He would never forgive her.

Without a word, he turned on his heel, and walked away.

He did not look back.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photograph stolen from Tarasov




Posted by on June 2, 2014 in Lovers Past, Still Life


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27 responses to “Betrayal

  1. suzisummer

    June 3, 2014 at 12:22 am

    I’ve been in his shoes..betrayed, never looked back, and weirdly felt relief in the total honesty in that situation. I love how you describe that brief movement that says everything without a word spoken.


  2. Reticent Mental Property

    June 3, 2014 at 1:52 am

    And he should not.
    Until tomorrow.


  3. pinkshantung

    June 3, 2014 at 2:35 am

    What had she done to betray him, for I cannot see it? I know that hesitating can indicate a reluctance that may not be able to be overcome or the sub conscious manifestation of a future refusal to commit, but sometimes a hesitation can be based on something circumstantial outside of your control or of tiny significance, ( like a wasp that lands on your glass while you’re in the middle of a sentence!!) . I would like to respectfully suggest here Mr. R.D that you have maybe given her undue short shift, seeing as she adores you so. I’m a bit disappointed in her however, that she does not try harder to get back what she has lost. Maybe that is greater indication of her betrayal than her split second in time hesitation? 🙂


    • Romantic Dominant

      June 3, 2014 at 6:37 pm

      Ah, you expect everything to be in the story. It is not the hesitation, but what she has done, and why she hesitates. All of which has taken place outside of these words


      • pinkshantung

        June 4, 2014 at 6:42 am

        It’s true, I’m a bit like that, like to get the whole picture! Did realise though that the hesitation may be linked to something that she had done previously. Still feel sad for her. 🙂


        • pinkshantung

          June 4, 2014 at 6:48 am

          There’s definitely a rawness to your writing. You are right when you say you have sharp edges!! Thing is that the world isn’t a wholeheartedly happy place is it and I’m one of those people who doesn’t want to fill my mind with fluffy, cheerful thoughts, although you would probably never pick that up if you met me!


          • pinkshantung

            June 4, 2014 at 6:50 am

            Sorry, meant to that I don’t want to just fill my mind with fluffy cheerful thoughts. Think actually it is really important to keep upbeat or things could get very depressing. There always must be hope. We need to radiate that for those who gave given up having hope. 🙂 oh dear, this has got a but profound and serious. Have lovely day!


  4. scarsofadream

    June 3, 2014 at 5:35 am

    “the longing for something forever lost…” your words fit in those dark small unreachable places…


  5. vishalbheeroo

    June 3, 2014 at 8:54 am

    Betrayal can never be forgotten and its like water, once it falls on the ground, it can never flow. Absolute love the narration, dear friend:)


  6. siciliansiren

    June 3, 2014 at 5:08 pm

    I’ve nominated you for a Liebster Award!


    • Romantic Dominant

      June 3, 2014 at 6:34 pm

      You are wonderfully kind, and I am immensely grateful. But I am not really one for awards. But thank you again.


      • siciliansiren

        June 3, 2014 at 6:38 pm

        Of course 🙂 It’s not for everyone. Just wanted you to know I appreciate your words.


  7. redklwr2006 Kym

    June 5, 2014 at 2:18 am

    You tell the most intense stories in the briefest of words. Well done


  8. b.l. ronan

    June 5, 2014 at 2:26 pm



  9. Hans Kvinde

    June 7, 2014 at 9:38 am

    the second. the heartbeat. the blink of an eye.
    Everyting changes.

    the connection, the mirroring of the souls is forever a mystery.

    thank you for making me recognize that.



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