Anisha closed her eyes, letting the silence surround her.
It was as though she really couldn't be bothered no more. She had finally dulled. As though she had finally given up and accepted her fate.
The slight pain in her stomach was sharp. Her throat was still a little scratchy, too dry.
"I don't even know what to say." She blinked a few times, clearing the tears and allowing her eyes to focus. "My parents were happy together. Not the perfect kind of happy but like just enough. The kind of happy that's just enough. That's what they were, together."
Every single insecurity she had, it stemmed from her mother. Yet, her parents' marriage, it had been perfectly fine.
"It was the kind of happy that I always wanted. It was the kind of happy I wanted with you." Anisha glanced at him, quickly
