A marriage is like a rose; a romantic keepsake having the combination of thorns and petals. The red hue of the petals symbolizes love, and passion and is soft to touch. The thorns that lay on the stem, however, represent adversity and sacrifice.
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It's been three scary days without Zayden.
Just where are we headed to?
He disappeared without any prior information and now he doesn't even have the decency to respond to my text. But that isn't even my biggest worry as long as he's alive somewhere.
I'm stuck in an unfamiliar place all by myself.
I'm not used to being left alone at home, but this place can't even be called my home; it's some big house in the middle of nowhere. The white walls surrounding me make me anxious and restless, and the lack of commodities makes me question the bland life he's been leading all along.
No wonder he acts so tasteless.
I stay put on the couch, aimlessly glancing at the turned-off television screen.
What if a robber broke in?
What if the house is haunted?
A shiver ran down my spine and I sat upright.
"Mom. . ."
I miss her even though I spoke to her over the phone two minutes ago. Had she been here, I'd be unbothered by my husband's sudden absence.
An empty mind is a devil's workshop, indeed. As I sit here doing nothing, my mind wanders off. I can't help but wonder if any woman other than me has been here before.
Were they both happy with each other?
Did he treat her better than he treated me?
I felt a sharp pain in my heart as I wondered if my married life would always be like this. I didn't want to end up like my parents. They made me realize love is dead, and that it is painful.
I shut my eyes close, drained of my thoughts. But, the peace of the house was disrupted by the ringing of the doorbell.
I sat upright, slowly glancing over to the door on the other side. Cautiously standing up, I grabbed my phone and held it tightly against my chest.
Mr. Antonio had just left after preparing lunch that I had not touched due to my lack of appetite. So, who could it be now?
"Who is it?"
My limbs shivered at the silence that followed it.
