Chapter 2 - The Misconception

Unknown POV

I stood there watching the couple walk out of the restaurant hand in hand. Just by looking at their faces, I can tell they're delighted. They continued to converse for a while longer before getting into their car and driving away. I started my engine and drove, a grim scowl written all over my face, anxious to catch up with them.

We arrived at the apartment, and I can see from the car window how the couple gives each other sweet and lingering kisses. They both chuckled as the woman said something to the man.

The woman gave the man a warm embrace, and the man hugged back. She then opened the car door and waved to the man as he drove away, before proceeding to the apartment door. She pushed the door open and groped for the light switch. Her apartment's first level was well-lit. She slammed the door shut behind her.

I stayed there for an hour or so, not knowing how long I was there. I absolutely lost count of time simply by staring at her door and wondering.

Days passed, and I continued to watch her and her boyfriend connect and have fun. It is apparent how happy she was with this man.

I was also privy to the other side of their relationship. As perfect as it appears, it is plainly not. I watched their squabbles and battles about trivial matters. I witnessed her sobbing and the man beating the wall out of fury and frustration. Likewise, I observed how she sacrificed her pride by apologizing for something that was not even her fault. Not only that, but I noticed the man's egoism and how the apology prompted him to become much crueler to her. I saw how he exerts control over her; and realized that he is plainly manipulating her. And the woman cherished him, without a doubt, which is why she continues to endure him. The man used that love to inflate his ego, and he was constantly threatening her that he will leave her if she continues to be overly dramatic because of unresolved issues from the past.

The man is a freak of nature. Though I can say they were made for each other, like a match made in heaven. If only the woman was not so naive and the man wasn't such an egoistic jerk.

I studied the woman's face; she is lovely, like an angel. No, she appears to be a goddess sent from the heavens above. There is nothing wrong with her. I do not perceive any flaws, although she does have. That is, she loved and cared so much that she would rather be hurt and lose herself than stand up for herself and leave that man. She plainly does not realize or value her own worth.

I had been staring at her for what seemed like eons. I wasn't sure why, but there was something I needed to know about her.

Furthermore, I was already acquainted with her daily routine. She works in a movie theater ticket counter, where she sells tickets, popcorn, and beverages to moviegoers. Her shift begins at 9 a.m., and she will take lunch at 2 p.m. She will depart at 5, then go out with her pals or her weird lover. They frequently hang out in a park and then eat at nearby restaurants. He will then drive her home at 8 p.m.

She will begin taking off her clothes as soon as she reaches her house and reward herself with a steamy bath after a very strenuous day. She will wail endlessly in the bathtub on occasion. From the inside, I could clearly see everything about how lonely she was.

That freak irritates me terribly. He is a narcissist who is manipulative and abusive. He has a very high opinion of himself. Similarly, he would make a huge deal out of trivial matters and make her cry. Then she will go to tremendous measures to persuade him to accept her apology. Then they will make love over and over again as if nothing happened.

An innocent woman like her does not deserve to be treated in this manner. But what can I do if she is not even saving herself from the catastrophe she's created? She had every right to stand up for herself, to be brave, and to walk away from this man, but she never did. She decides not to. Instead, she allowed herself to be treated in this manner by that monster. And because of that love, she had become submissive to him, despite the fact that she obviously has the ability to change her own fate.

I had witnessed firsthand how amazing love can be. What it's like to be appreciated, valued, and cherished. How certain are you that no matter how chaotic the world grows, they will always be on your side? I've seen how it contributes to your development since you both support and lifts one other up. How the concept of love helps in making the world a better place.

But I also discovered how distressing it might be to be so passionately in love. It both diverts your attention and destroys you. It shatters your inner tranquility. Not only that, but it blinds you to your own worth and value until it's too late. It makes you want to kill yourself, sleep, and wish it was all a nightmare. It makes you want to crawl into bed, hoping that you will never have to face this cruel and painful reality again.