Amara and David

Chapter 2

He'll come around," Amara would tell herself, wiping away a tear. "He just needs to find his path." She was an anchor in his chaotic life. When he needed a loan, she provided it. When he was sick, she nursed him back to health. When he doubted himself, she was his loudest cheerleader. Her love was boundless, patient, and unconditional. David, however, began to take it for granted. He saw her devotion as a given, a constant fixture that would never leave, no matter how he behaved. He believed Amara was so deeply in love that she would endure anything, that she was "his" forever, no matter what.

David started spending more nights out with his friends, sometimes not coming home until the early hours of the morning, with flimsy excuses or no explanation at all. He stopped listening to her advice, brushed off her concerns, and often made her feel like she was nagging him. Amara tried to talk to him, to explain how much his actions hurt her, but he would dismiss her feelings with a shrug, or a simple, "You worry too much, Amara. You know I love you." But his actions told a different story. One evening, after another broken promise and a night spent alone, Amara looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes, once bright with hope, now held a hint of sadness. She saw a woman who was giving everything but receiving only crumbs.