The scars of betrayal are the memoirs of a heart that once loved deeply.
-Unknown.
|N I C O L A S|
I can still remember the day, etched into my memory when I first saw her. The fire in those hauntingly green eyes and the lack of emotions on that perfectly sculpted face. I remember each and every encounter of us, like meant to be etched in my memory just to be cherished again and again.
I remember everything about her, from the emotionless woman who would rather eat a cockroach than show herself on her face and the child who had been suffocating inside her since so long. I remember it all, yet now, when she stands in front of me. It does not look real. It does not look like her. She is here, yet she is not.
She does not look like the woman I fell in love with. She is not the woman
