"Quit yelling at me!"
"Seriously? Now I'm yelling at you?"
"Oh, cut the crap! Get out of here!"
"You wish. This is my house as well, by the way!", and those were his last words that Sam heard as she flee from here house, in search of some isolation.
Her mind was exhausted and tired of quarrelling with him. She was a strong woman. But on the inside she was still a marshmallow, she was well aware.
It had been a good 3 years to their marriage. But now things had started to fall apart and take their own separate ways. 3 years ago, she imagined a blissful life, with two kids, a house in the suburbs with white picket fence around it.
3 years from then, right now, she had none of them, except a falling apart marriage.
Everyday she cursed herself for being so naive and ending up in this madhouse. But she loved him; so much, that only she knew how it was shredding her into tiny pieces.
As her flick landed on her right eye, it blurred her vision..
She picked up her hand to push it aside but it did not move. Her entrails were tearing apart from the inside. Nearly 36 hours since she last fed herself a grain.
She new she loved him and she knew he did too.
Her mother would say when she was young, ''Don't worry, honey. It doesn't matter how terribly things are going. If you think you're right then you probably are. Don't give up when you know it's going to work fine.''
That is the only argument that prevented her from walking out every time. If only she could stop herself from listening to her mother.
She heard the rustling of leaves behind her. Her mouth twinged into a knowing smile. It was him. He was here, like always, to bring her back home.
"Come home. You need to eat, baby'', he whispered. And she found a tear prickle down her cheek, already.
She turned around.
His elfin beauty is what attracted her at the first place, and today was no exception to it.
"Seriously? Now I'm yelling at you?"
"Oh, cut the crap! Get out of here!"
"You wish. This is my house as well, by the way!", and those were his last words that Sam heard as she flee from here house, in search of some isolation.
Her mind was exhausted and tired of quarrelling with him. She was a strong woman. But on the inside she was still a marshmallow, she was well aware.
It had been a good 3 years to their marriage. But now things had started to fall apart and take their own separate ways. 3 years ago, she imagined a blissful life, with two kids, a house in the suburbs with white picket fence around it.
3 years from then, right now, she had none of them, except a falling apart marriage.
Everyday she cursed herself for being so naive and ending up in this madhouse. But she loved him; so much, that only she knew how it was shredding her into tiny pieces.
As her flick landed on her right eye, it blurred her vision..
She picked up her hand to push it aside but it did not move. Her entrails were tearing apart from the inside. Nearly 36 hours since she last fed herself a grain.
She new she loved him and she knew he did too.
Her mother would say when she was young, ''Don't worry, honey. It doesn't matter how terribly things are going. If you think you're right then you probably are. Don't give up when you know it's going to work fine.''
That is the only argument that prevented her from walking out every time. If only she could stop herself from listening to her mother.
She heard the rustling of leaves behind her. Her mouth twinged into a knowing smile. It was him. He was here, like always, to bring her back home.
"Come home. You need to eat, baby'', he whispered. And she found a tear prickle down her cheek, already.
She turned around.
His elfin beauty is what attracted her at the first place, and today was no exception to it.
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