Leila,
I sighed.
Not out of frustration but out of worry. My heart dropped with the thought of what was going to happen to me.
I was getting married.
I wasn’t going to get married to the love of my life, never had I thought that was possible. The thought of marriage brought out something ugly in me. My stomach tightened whilst I remembered the one thing that made me despise the idea of marriage.
The hurtful memory flickered, the raised voices through the thin walls of my room, my eyes squeezing shut as the door slammed shut. My mother was standing still whilst chopping up carrots, pretending not to cry.
My body fell on my mattress and the soft sheets enveloped me. My bed was comforting, but my body heated up with each passing memory I remembered.
James left my home because of an e
