WHEN LOVE TURNED SOUR
PHE
a reflection on the screen of a face that looked pale, hollow, and nearly unrecognizable. When did I turn into t
ed to even murmur, "Owen, my husband..." Feeling his name in my chest like a sharp knife that wouldn't come out, causing a silent, lingering ache. I could s
nderstand the cause of the problem. The reason he transformed into a monster. How he turned into this hollow husk, a pers
them, this marriage was like a fairy tale, an ideal situation that restored their previous social standing. I experienced a scorc
eventually acknowledge me." I struggled to control my shaky voice and clenched my teeth, determined to stay calm as I tightly squeezed my fists, fee
ony to cease... I wish for e
nto the vastness of the internet, taking all the hidden parts of myself with it. I w
out thinking, I grabbed the rope and felt its texture anchor me as I wrapped it around the beam, securing it with an unfamiliar sense of calm. I got on the c
rief breath before k
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yes were too burdened to lift, my fatigue pulling my body down, along with a mysteri
the fog. Everything surrounding me felt sanitised, remote, and overly illumina
udible, hoarse, and rough, each word
in a safe place," she whispered, gently squeezing my hand for reassurance. "It
ed in the air, seeming surr
I felt my chest constrict and my throat fill with unidentified emotions. I looke
ng silence weighed on me like all the
rejected me.
myself for yet another nurse or doctor. Instead, a female
calm tone, her voice oddly comf
ion sluggish. "What is it that you want?" I had a harsh tone
ome to look into the video you uploaded on the internet," she said softly. "I
a punch, empty and
in my throat and emerging as a strangled noise. "Why are you attempting
times people don't realise until it's too late," she said gently. "But now that you h
on me, weighing on my bones. What can I say that would make a difference? The isolati
ure if..." I whispered, my voice fading as the wo
ence stable and steadfast, indicat
ss, an unresolved d
uth to let the