Pupils beamed with radiance, and naive genuineness flowed as the illusion of love came her way.
But behind the tugging of strings was a skillful maneuver with his foxy intentions.
As the strings were played back and forth, emotions began to be strangled and the cords that were struck created a melody to the tune of his accordance.
The fortress began to whither but he was tired of his own maneuvers that he gave into dispelling his intentions before the frontier guarding her heart collapsed.
Though the barrier to intimacy did not collapse completely, the intention of ones kindness broke, the illusion of ones amiable action broke as it became the an act just to open the gate of letting one in.
Trust withered, but hope seemed to still be lingering as the good in them, she always saw.
But after multiple tries, of her heart being played with. It was locked, to the ones who would come along.