How scary can it be not to know whether you're living in reality or in your dreamland?
And what if it goes on for months?
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We are not fallen angles.
Neither are we pure evil.
The thing is that we are a confusing mix of both.
The "good guys"...
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Damn, my life had never been so hideous.
Since the day I became a cheater, yes I do call myself a cheater for kissing my husband while I had an imaginary boyfriend, I felt like I was being slowly suffocated to death. Taehyung was being super avoiding to me so he wouldn't put me under pressure. That's what he thought he was doing.
Just a few days had passed and I barely went out of that room. Two of the maids would bring me food there, no matter how many times I told them not to treat me as if I was of a goddamn Royal Family.
Honestly, I felt like I was gradually losing my sanity for adapting to a life that wasn't mine. I was losing myself. And I was afraid to say it out loud to anyone.
Going out of the room slowly, I looked around me before walking down the corridor. I approached another room that had a doll of some Disney Princess that I obviously couldn't recognize on its door. I never liked those princesses. Too girlish.
I got startled when the door was suddenly opened, revealing the little girl who was supposed to be my daughter, Sky.
"Mommy!" She gasped, a very beautiful, wide smile appeared on her face as she quickly hugged my waist tightly, as in telling me how much she missed me.
Did I even smile back at her? Nope, I actually flinched when she hugged me.
And the award for Worst Mother Ever goes to.. Raina The Bitch!
Dammit!
I felt so bad for not even feeling like I missed her. I was mentally cursing myself dozens of times for being so cold with such an angelic creature.
Snapping out of my stupid thoughts, I finally decided to place my hands on her shoulders as I kneeled down so we'd be at the same hight.
"Hey," I spoke softly, to be honest, imitating the mother's voice when they'd speak to their kids.
I've always said that I'm the very opposite of what's called Mother Material.
Her smile slowly faded on her face while her lips took the shape of a pout, causing me to slightly frown too. "What's wrong?" I asked in concern, lightly tugging her hair behind her ears since it was falling on her eyes.
"Are you mad at me?" She mumbled with teary eyes, at the verge of crying.
"What? Why would I be mad at you?" I thought about saying something moral, such as 'As long as you're a good girl, I'm never gonna be mad at you' but then I found it ridiculous to be honest, so I just shut up.
"I don't know," She sniffled, crying already, as one of her hands rubbed her eyes. "You don't talk to me. And.. And you wouldn't hug me before I go to sleep anymore.. You don't love me."
