Rage. That was what drove my fiancée to pull the trigger. A wild rage, fueled by whatever she felt upon confirming what she already suspected within herself.
Disillusionment?
Disappointment? Helplessness? The pain of a broken heart? I've been asking myself ever since she answered me.
Even as I wait outside the bathroom of our room, I continue with questions I can't answer.
I feel mocked, that much I know very well. I don't need to think much to realize that. I feel more deceived by what was handed to me.
Sweet? That's how she seems with her delicate, elegant, and refined appearance.
Innocent? That's what she wanted me to believe.
Foolish, naive, exasperating, and spoiled? Without a doubt, she played the part perfectly.
Because I believed it, because I considered her that and much m
