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Tear-stained cheeks, my mascara was now an ugly smudge after being ruined with all the crying I had been doing for the past hour. I could not recognize myself as I looked through the mirror. The more I stared at myself the more the tears. I could hear them in the next room. Their moans enraged me and made me feel like throwing up. I retched but nothing came out. 

Disgust is what I felt.


My life had turned out to be a chaotic mess and I wondered what I had done to deserve all that. I was a good person or so I believed.

I smiled through the pain and thought to myself that everything was going to be okay. I did not believe that myself but I had to tell myself to keep going or I would be stuck in a loop with my past trying to set myself free...

DAWN.

<p><em>Everyone tended to believe they had a soulmate out there somewhere. We all believed that we deserved love and everyone wanted someone who was perfect. Love was supposed to be perfect wasn't it? No one was supposed to cry because of love because we all expected it to be beautiful. Was it though?</em></p>

TWO OPTIONS,ONE CHOICE