cassius novem // capitol // wip

I’m so goddamn tired of lying to you, Tertia. And lying to myself. It would be easier to just say it… So, here it is; you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the privilege to know. And it’s proper beauty too. Everyone here has nice hair and perfect skin; you have brains and dreams and some damn morality. We already have a child together. Wouldn’t it make sense if we were together too?

The truth is simple really. I love you.

But if the truth was so simple, why was it impossible to say.

Cassius’ reflection stared at him with the frustration that lingered inside him. His dark brown eyes, old and smoky, were surrounded by thin wrinkles. Some from anger, some from joy- all premature.