The Echo of our Love

symbol of my victory just moments ago, now seemed to mock me. Washing away my makeup, the reflection staring back was now

he only child, now as a wife. The first battle was kind of over, but the se

my emotional turmoil. A question, that kept coming up a thousand times from the qui

silent plea or a question lost in the business of the world. This time, it was like a p

ment kept echoing in my head as I let

ylist replied, her voice gentle. I'd completely forgotten she w

ite, the automatic response to a compliment, but it didn't qui

trouble bubbling from inside of me, the storm brewing behind my carefully constructed facade. B

g wound. It did a little job by soothing the aching in my heart. The question lingered in the air, a silent echo in the room. Did

a relentless chorus, filled my head. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing they could be quiet. For the f

n the mirror. Makeup, as always, worked its magic. It masked the dark circles under my e

around her. But tonight, the mask had begun to slip. The exhaustion, the gnawing sense of worthlessness, is now obvi

g to someone who wouldn't judge, who might offer a path out of thi

ounds constant betrayals had inflicted on me, and more i

ng of my self-worth, was slowly eating away at me. Maybe a therapist could help me untangle the mess, rebuild m

e, my face all caked up. I was more than ready physically

about the pomp had changed into a tense silence. I was already frustrated enough, he must al

see Nicholas unprepared for the event. Instead, he strolled in, fully prepared, adjusting th

was a low rumble, laced with a

before he could answer, a practiced smile flickered across his face. "We do

ovement sharp and instinctive. "Don't," I spa

face. But quickly, the practiced charm returned. "Is this really the time

gaining strength with every word. "Where were you, Nic

didn't answer me. His silence was a loud answer, enough to be the confirmation of the suspicions that