SCARLETT ADDISON
The dawn of my unwanted wedding arrived with a heaviness that felt like a weight pressing down on my very soul. The cold splash of water Bella threw on me was only the beginning of a day that promised to deepen the shadows in my life. My bed was drenched, a stark reminder of the chaos that had become my reality, but it was the least of my worries.
In the midst of this turmoil, hope, a fragile ember in the dark recesses of my mind, kept me going. I clung to it like a lifeline, even as every morning felt like a bitter struggle to rise from the abyss of my despair. There were moments when the thought of escaping this life entirely crossed my mind, but hope whispered otherwise. It was hope that made me endure, hope that made me dream of a better future despite the overwhelm
