A thud woke me, sweaty and appalled, I hurried to the door. It hit me, the same hand I had held onto for years in love,the one that co-nurtured my precious children. Why did he hate me so much? Was he chanting pain and I heard gain?
Soji was my breath of fresh air, my perfect complement, we would let our minds play in each other’s bodies for hours unending. How he scripted me perfectly into his heart, and hugged me till the chains fell off my wounded soul. You know, he even came in a branded gift box with my name on it and drenched in all my prayers.
But, but he broke me with the same hands he used to clothe me in my favourite affection apparels. Why can’t I walk away, why is it so hard to let go?
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