Duphine's chronicles.

The poor lady put one hand on the surface of the box thoughtfully, she was barely tall enough to even reach the door knob and open it by herself. She kept staring at the house, the potraits of her husband and his new wife on the wall. She wasn't crying but tears kept flowing down her chubby cheeks.
     "I know you hate me," Patrick's voice raised in a volume as he walked into the living room, "You should hate me."
      "Why did you marry me?" She asked
   "I loved you," he replied as he walked to her, "I still do" he stammered.
      "You have hurt me so much."
     "Duphine! I said am sorry"
       "Really?" she doubted.
She walked to the potrait of him and his new wife. It was framed with gold and glass variety particles on each corner. It was perfect and beautiful. Duphine couldn't help but keep feeling betrayed. She and Patrick started dating when they were both ten years old, their love was already twenty years old but he had never even proposed to her. He was getting married to this beautiful woman he had met just a month ago.
      "Jesus this hurts," she cried as she got down on her knees. They couldn't hold her any longer. The weakness in her heart has spread out to her body.
Patrick was just the monster staring on the corner. He walked to the window wondering how he was going to calm her down. He looked outside and in shock, noticed that his wife had arrived.... *continues*