“Are you sure when you choose this path, Mate?”

I stared out the window in annoyance, I paid no heed to Terrence's words one bit. The agony was painful--stabbing--chopped me, again and again, over and over again. It felt like a year living the apocalypse of life in the desert. And my husband stood woefully helplessly against those who hurt his feelings, and the weak me couldn't do anything. I know this is a trivial matter in other people's eyes, but one's patience has a limit. 

Just as my heart refuses to make peace out of spite. It's been raining all through the tears too, and even opening the cursed...