ZARYA ROGOV
In the end, he let me go because I wasn't entertaining him the way he wanted.
I had finally begun to read something out of him, and that might be one of the biggest achievements I had made in my useless life.
I lay in my room, staring out the window. The sun was going down, the cold wind was curling around the curtains, and the birds were flying back to their nest.
I always thought that maybe married life would be better than the life I was living back home because I always heard that after every hardship comes ease...that didn't seem to happen in my case.
Maybe death itself was my peace.
I sighed and turned on my back, staring up at the ceiling.
I know, a good chunk of my memories have faded. I know those memories aren't good; that's why I never bothered to do somethin
