(Astrid’s pov)
I was doing fine in the shadows of my isolation. He extended his arm towards me. Simultaneously, he had assured me that he’ll direct me towards the light.
When he claimed life was difficult and hinted that we could make it easier by leaning on one other, I believed him. Perhaps I was wrong.
I always presented excuses to myself wherever I felt he wasn't doing enough. Even when he betrayed me, a part of me never accepted it, and I still wanted him.
My inclination of attracting trouble has tormented me from earlier childhood. I used to curse myself in my childhood days as I witnessed my mother suffering because of me. If I hadn’t been born, she could’ve escaped.
The same tragic fate followed me to my adulthood. Now when I mustered up my courage to take a chance in love,
