Life had always been brilliant for Audrey. She was lovely, and radiant, and beautiful. She was smart. She was nice. She was proper. She was adored. She was groomed to be a faultless daughter her mother often bragged about. She was perfect, a parent’s wet dream. Everything was going smoothly for her, which most people didn’t have the luxury of, and it was enough for her.
But often in one’s life, there is bound to be a turning point, whether it leads to better or worse. This change in her life, she couldn’t pinpoint whether good or bad.
When forced to move out of the neighborhood, out of the only place she ever considered home, everything turns sour. Suddenly, everything is different, a lot changed. She wasn’t sure whether she lost herself, or found the real Audrey, hiding beneath all those layers, all those masks of perfect that she always wore around herself. When she decides to drop all the facades, all the false things in her life, she finds relief, like finally getting a lung full of air after holding your breath for so long.
But, like Murphy’s Law states, “Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.” And it was something she started believing the moment she found herself, once again, at home.
She knew it's him; yet he ignored. She's fought hard for his attention; yet he kept looking left. She's been hopeless romantic; yet he didn't recognize. Until one day she stopped trying, and he finally realized that it's been hollow without her.