When he was done, his weight fell atop me and without asking me, he removed the mask. I didn't have the will to resist. At that point, I didn't care anymore if he saw me for what I was, because I saw him for what he was too.
When our eyes met, I could barely recognize him through the blur of my own tears. Despite the haziness, however, I could still make out the shock in his eyes upon realizing who it was that he just laid with.
"It's you…" he managed to say as he got off me and pulled his clothes back on in a hurry.
I tried to show him that I was strong, that my heart wasn't breaking in two at what had just occurred between us, but my resolve was crumbling. I sat up and took my place on the edge of the bed, trying not to cry as I pulled my dress back on. I wanted to get out of that room as quickly as possible, but found that I was shaking so badly, I could barely get the dress on.
