His eyes held her, but she didn’t see him.

She saw a future where she was free:

no white picket fence, locking her inside herself.

No children.

No cooking.

No him.


Too bad his voice trembled when he said he loved her.

Too bad she was afraid to leave him, afraid to die alone.

Too bad she believed that she had to love him too.


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