Obsession- a paranormal love triangle

Date: 16th July '18 I breathe in relief as i see the first ray of sun peeping through my window. It was an indication. An indication that gave me relief. That indication that told me that once again i am free. Free to be trapped again. Freedom. For you guys it might be a normal thing. Whose value won't be understood till its gone. Such as mine's. My freedom would last for several hours. At times i craved every night for this freedom. Every-time i had to feel that s**t. I craved for it. In the morning when i was granted freedom i felt hopeful. But at times this freedom feels like curse. Like you are given water but you know that you will feel thirsty again. Like you see an illusion of river in dessert. You run to it but then its gone. Or more precisely, its like slow torture to death. Painful it is. Its that indication that shows me that he is gone. Its that indication that promises me that he would be back soon. Its that indication which says your are free for now but not for long. I lie on the cold floor. In an awkward angle. There's some blood running down my cheek. My lips busted. It pains everywhere. My stomach burns as it craves for something. Food. Which i have not had for quiet a while. My energy is diminishing. Well one of the main reasons why i black out at times. It feels like so many years have passed but only a month has trailed along. I try to move but my legs are not willing to. I decide to lie on the cold marble floor for some more time. After some more passing moments and some harsh breathes i try again and again and finally, i stand on my two feats. But as soon as i do that, i see that the room is spinning. All seems blurred. My vision seems dusty. Floor seems slippery. Suddenly the light feels like hurting my eyes. And the last thing i know is that i hit the cold floor again but with a hard thud. ******* Some where at noon she gained consciousness. Do you know how it feels when some one hits your head with hammer? Well thats what she was feeling right now. A big bump had formed on her forehead and yeah it was throbbing. Somehow she managed herself to sit straight still her legs stretched as she felt pain in her knees. She might have injured her knee as well while she fell, she thought. Thirsty she scanned her room when suddenly the clock struck as she jolted at the sudden noise. Ironic that even after facing him she still feels scared when it should have become a habit by now. It was one in the afternoon. She did felt weak and hungry but she didn't felt like having something. Some how after lots of efforts she got up and crossed the floor towards the door. In the midst of trying her waist got knocked to the side table and one of the piled stuffs fall down. Slowly she squat down and picked it up. It was a frame. A photo frame. In it was her and a man. Tears started forming in her eyes. As slowly they slipped from them and fall on the cracked glass of the frame. A broken sob left her lips as she wished everything was different. It was her wedding photo. She hugged it to her small trembling frame. It gave her hope that somewhere that her man was alive. Happy and healthy. For him everything was like as it was before but only if he knew that he was living in an illusion. That illusion that a passenger see's of water while he is travelling in dessert. But in reality, it is not there. With the broken album she got up and went in the kitchen. Drawing herself a glass of water from the pot she sat on the near by bench as she silently drank it. Placing the glass back she gazed at the photo as her thoughts went back to how it started...