Amelia
My tears lasted longer then I expected, it wasn’t like me to lose hope so completely. I wasn’t and would never be a quitter but for what seemed like hours I let the tears fall down my cheeks, I let sobs engulf me until my chest ached and my throat felt dry. I wasn’t just crying for the lost freedom, no it was much worse than that.
My eyes drifted blearily to the white dress hung up on the hook, it was beautiful. Something that under happier circumstances I would have picked out for myself and that just made it worse because I did have feelings for him. Feelings he had manipulated into something ugly. Hugging myself I wandered over to it, I desperately needed a drink to soothe my raw throat and maybe a pain killer or two, the uncontrollable crying hadn’t done anything to help m
