Life really was so unpredictable, Lilith thought as she stood behind the stage curtains. The soft fabric of her light blue dress brushed against her thighs as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Her hair was open, falling down her shoulders in soft, dark waves that glowed under the backstage lights. Her red lips were pressed into a perfect shape that made her eyes stand out even more, those piercing blue eyes that now hid storms behind their shine.
She had never been the kind of woman who cried easily. Not for pain, not for loss — only once, when her father was gone. And now again, this man… her human doll. Her obsession. Her everything.
He was the light in her endless tunnel of darkness. The warmth she had wrapped her frozen soul around. And now that light was so fragile–the thought that it could vanish forever had cracked something deep in her chest. It hurt in ways she didn't even have words for. And she hated that she cared so much. But she did.
