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ADELINE
I looked at myself in the mirror after a few days of what had happened to me. My hairs were tied up in a messy braid. I was dressed in a plain white shirt and grey sweatpants.
My eyes fell on the white bandage wrapped around my wrist and my gaze got stuck. I was never suicidal but ‘ HE ‘ made me take that step. He did not care about me at all and It all showed when he did not even come to check on me.
Was I that desperate to marry a man who was committed to someone else ? My heart ached thinking he was not mine. But why was I even sad? He was never mine? Never from the beginning.
I looked at myself empty hands. No matter how much You try, if its not yours, it’s not. I looked away and a faint knock on the door took my attention.
“ Adeline “
I looked at the person
