71 Gloomy Mood

When Alex and I first left the house, the sun was so bright that I could barely open my eyes. But somewhere along the way, the sky began to change. Black clouds slowly rolled in, covering the sun and casting a heavy shadow over everything. The air became thick and damp, almost suffocating, as if the whole sky was about to collapse onto me. I could feel the pressure bearing down, making it hard to breathe. The wind picked up, and the branches of the surrounding trees rustled and swayed violently.

As I stared at Robert standing before me, all the tension, excitement, and joy I had felt on the way here vanished. My mood grew as gloomy as the darkening sky above.

Once, I had imagined Robert as the one who would be with me for the rest of my life. He was supposed to be the person who would offer me a safe harbor, a place where my heart could find rest and peace. I had envisioned a future filled with happiness and contentment. But he shattered those dreams with his own hands. His hypocrisy,