"5, I met you. Understood that I was born to marry you. You were silent, you were shy. But I managed to make you be my friend.

At age 13, I fell in love with you. I loved your cheeky smile.  I loved the way I am the only person you rely on.

At age 17, I became yours and promised myself to you. I pledged to wait for you no matter how long. You were sweet, caring, and treated me like I'm the only woman in your world.

At age 18, you left. Moving to another country to meet the future that you are born to. I waited but you hardly called.

At age 25, you came back for me, but you're not the man I knew.
From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. It was okay. Everything was great. I loved him as we played on the playgrounds, as we watched grow up- and he loved me. Suddenly, he left with his father to go to Italy leaving me behind for seven years, he came back but he wasn't the same.
From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. I was happy to be his. But he was no longer the man who I was betrothed to"

His betrothed

　　It's been a week since my fiancé took the last bit of innocence in me. He has not come home ever since. I have been spending my days in the library.


　　I requested Keith to buy me some books for medical school so I could keep studying and not forget in case I would be able to come back. He dropped them off at the manor without having to meet me because he was also too busy these days.


　　I find it good, no one must see me with a patch of purple and blue on my face and neck. Going back to medical school definitely wouldn't be easy after dropping out of it. Plus, it is my way of distracting myself to avoid overthinking too much again. I know what could happen to me when anxiety gets to me again.


　　This manor is not a safe place for me and being in it makes me feel like a dungeon. It may be decorated with fancy furniture but it doesn't make it any less excruciating.


Chapter 11