I did not want this to be a lesson. I wanted this to be love. That fueled me to keep pushing myself, doing everything he asked for. There are moments spent when I regret believing that he was the right one for me. When another woman's name was mentioned in his mouth or when he threw me into the pit of a never-ending insult. I hated him—first. Then I love him—last. I suffered in the middle of angst and desire. It was hard.
"Why don't you leave Sebastian, En, and fly somewhere else?"
Everytime Isabelle asked me that question, my heart throbbed. Just the thought of being away from him pained me. But sometimes, some things are meant to leave temporarily, so I left. To heal my brokenness and somehow to ready myself once the right time comes. I lost hope on the way. The only thing I hold onto
