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Sat in the corner of a darkened room she weeps her heart out from an unexplainable sadness that overcomes her and can’t be expressed in any other form. Each tear glistening with a memory, a time, a moment long gone. Her laughter a distant sound. He happiness a distant feeling. Her friends, distant. And just as distant, the feeling of being loved.

As she looks around, her heart aches at how lonely she is. At what her life has become and at the choices that were forced upon her. If only she’d said no. If only she’d fought harder. If only… But there’s no more fight left in her. She’s drained from the struggle. It’d be easier to accept that this is her life now. A life that isn’t hers, but his to control. The only thing she has control over are her scars. How deep she can go and how much blood will trickle down her pale arm to finally make her feel numb enough.

The thought of him brings fresh tears streaming down her gaunt, ashen face. Warm and salty. He’d have wiped them away. He’d have held her close as she expressed her sorrow through half mumbled words. He’d have looked after her. Taken care of her. He’d have done everything and anything for her. He fought valiantly for her until the end. But he’s gone. Banished. Now she’s paying for loving someone through this cruel fate imposed upon her by her parents. Forced to marry a man of ill manner. A man of no moral and one not willing to his ‘wife’ but rather treat her as a slave.

There’s no one left to save her. Not even herself. She sighs and wonders how much longer she’ll be able to hold on. How much more abuse she can bare before it all gets too much and she gives in entirely. She knows the answer. It’ll be the day when the last happy memory fades. When she can no longer feel his presence and remember his smell. The day he ceases to exist in her mind will be the day she will cease to exist on this earth.

(Source: twed)

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