Marilyn had always believed sadness announced itself loudly.
She thought it came with tears, with raised voices, with visible collapse.
She was wrong.
Sadness, she learned now, could be quiet. It could sit beside you at breakfast. It could watch you brush your hair in the mirror. It could lie beside you at night, breathing at the same rhythm as the person you loved—while feeling completely alone.
She woke each morning with a heaviness she couldn’t explain away anymore.
Lucas still kissed her goodbye.
Still asked if she’d eaten.
Still wrapped an arm around her when they slept.
But something essential was missing.
Warmth.
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The Dream That Slipped Away , The dream Marilyn had and thought is getting full fill is empty .....
Marilyn had once imagined her future with such certainty
