Escapades

Growing up in a place I once considered hell and returning to that very place I had worked hard to escape was a harsh reality. At a young age, I realized that life is not the fairytale I used to believe in.

In a world full of chaos, I found him. Searching for someone on the same page was my life, but I never asked for him, thinking that a girl like me wasn't worthy of being loved. He changed me, giving me something I couldn't live without. Yet, I was stuck choosing between doing the right thing or the wrong one.

Is it sinful to choose myself, even though I know it will tear me apart?