"Trust me, everything will be alright."
Smiling she looks into his beautiful black eyes, aware she could lose herself in them.
"I do not trust, and I find it harder and harder to love, or care. "
"That’s why I always denied when you complimented me on being a “beautiful soul” because my soul is ugly, deformed, ugly. Its gold plated, just enough on the outside to mask the ugly within.
Since you were so keen to know…"
"Okay", was all she said, trying to hide her shattered heart.