Two Hundred and Thirty Five

“Are you sure when you choose this path, Mate?”

I stared out the window in annoyance, I paid no heed to Terrence's words one bit. The agony was painful--stabbing--chopped me, again and again, over and over again. It felt like a year living the apocalypse of life in the desert. And my husband stood woefully helplessly against those who hurt his feelings, and the weak me couldn't do anything. I know this is a trivial matter in other people's eyes, but one's patience has a limit.

Just as my heart refuses to make peace out of spite. It's been raining all through the tears too, and even opening the cursed werewolf's box of curses doesn't make me feel any better. And then I chose the hard path of slowly drifting away from them.

“Mom just wants you to be calmer. You're overkill if you tell them to go from—“

“How to hell with that. I just want to stay away from the bad guys who make us suffer so much,” I mumbled in pain.

Terrence took my hand to peck it. my parents-in-law let Terrence calm