Weakness Is A Disease
Sama’s POV,
I was locked in and the experience of breathing stale oxygen in this damp room of heavily scented paint and the hard cold floor is never any less appalling. Life never turns off, all the while, walls seeing my misery, begin to talk to me. I can make all my favorite faces on it. I can make all my favorite memories of it, those that I actually feel happy in, even my wedding day was not depressing. I thought if I had to marry someone by my parent's choice, it would be good if that someone was that guy I have always admired. Someone close to my family, since I was a child.
The time inside here goes by at an outward speed, like I was at inception, living inside my dream. A day seems like a week. Like I was stuck in a time capsule of the same events. A capsu
