Every day that my wedding date approaches, life seems more and more meaningless.
I am completely hopeless. I have not left my bedroom in nearly 3 weeks now. Other than simply laying on my bed and staring into the dark nothingness of my bedroom, I have been praying continuously.
At this point, God is the only one who can save me from this forced marriage. I have been begging him to perform some sort of miracle, like when Jesus healed the blind. I fear that he has not heard me. I am sure that God has many more important issues to deal with.
I fear that my life will end in a sad, empty death. I cannot imagine that anything good will come from my marriage. I can only hope that death will come before my marriage can truly take a toll on my mental wellbeing.
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My Dear Madeleine
Historical FictionAdélaïde, a 15-year-old girl living in Nouvelle France, befriends her older neighbour, Madeleine. Some historians would say... they were very good friends.
