A perfect girl got a perfect man, what else does a love story need?
But marriages, they do differently. They don’t come with guarantees.
Sometimes they last. Sometimes they put an end to you.
They are built, gradually, with blood, sweat and tears and little did that the fragile beauty, Devena, knew about it.
They take everything from you, all of you, that even losing oneself to save the pretense of marriage, to be with someone becomes a mere burden. There comes a time when the facade of a marriage strips off, divulging that the vows are easier said than done.
She can’t even stand sympathy of people who had come to meet her, to pity her. She can’t feel anything anymore.
She doesn’t wish for a savior, not anymore.
She doesn’t pray anymore, as a prayer had already gone wrong. Why was it misunderstood by the heavens?
That’s scary and scary is the mirror and scary is the thought that she would probably not be saved by anyone.
She is living in the terror. Could she ever escape?