She wears a white wig with a smile.
Tomorrow, he said. He promised and swore unto his mother’s grave.
Alas. She should have known. How silly is she to believe the promises of a coward with no name. What a nameless scab of a man. Only his pride keeps his mind at ease, and then, even then, no one knows if he truly feels pain.
Yet, he tried to fool her with him game.
So she placed the wig upon her head and came back for him. She will stab him as he stabbed her. Rip his pride and shame his life. For such a wicked game he sought to play on her. To deny her love and find a way to set her free.
But he doesn’t know how wrong he was. He sold her out and left her to dream.