Love Differences 1

The gentle temptation of sensuality and another person showing emotions for you had taken her over. She finaly said yes to let him follow her home. It was not out of fear she didn't want him to know where she lived earlier, if not for the fear of crossing the line with him. Perhaps this time she got a small hope of him choosing her over his wife.
They slowly, hand in hand, arrived the door that had a postbox that said her name in fine hand-wrote letters. She knew he would ask to follow her inside. She knew she couldn't say no to him, even tough she didn't want him to. The pressure of the situation was disgusting to her, just like he himself had been sometimes. Still, she knew he would never get entirely out of her life. If she didn't move away or anything other radical. And she had played with the tought before, but was enough self-aware to know the whole ting would never be put into life.
"Could i follow you inside" He asked.
"No" She said to him, still softly
In her mind...
In real life, she didn't really answer. Just opened the door. And took a deep breath before entering.
"If you're the angel you seemingly appear to be, i'm still surprised you fell so accuratly into my life." He was of course making a compliment, but it made her close her eyes.
In shame. In regret. In endless disqust of the life she was stuck in.
She didn't turn to him and give him the fake thankfull smile like she used to, but instead told him, in the loudest scream she had made for years, to go to hell, leave her (the fuck) alone, and then broke down and cried.

Finaly.