She doesn't believe him. Slightest. Absolutely. Not at all
And did he give her reasons to trust him?
She watches him. She is afraid of losing him. He's innocent. Like a child
He is frantic. She looks after him. She follows him. Healthy breakfast, lunch and dinner. Not to drink. Do not walk. Don't drive drunk. He is furious
And did he give her a reason to trust him? Even one? Even small? Even once? She said you must deserve trust, but you just broke it. Again and again
All wrong. He is screaming. She smiles. This makes him more out of himself
His photo in the apartment is everywhere. There he is as he was then. Look on photos, thoughts in her head, talk, hug, cuddle closer. Feel at home. There her husband loves her. In her own world. In thought, in her head. She hides there. Outside everything is cold. It's all nonsense, she waved. It's just a draft in her life. Close the window. Clogs the cracks. And the wind will go away forever
Three years. Three years it was all good
He arranged a surprise. How's the surprise? Does he still have secrets from me? It is not right. It should not be. The windows are closed. There was no clogs draft
Hi baby. And here your surprise. Are you a bit surprised now? You're suffocating me. Hate you. Open this damn door
You don't want. Then suffocating with me. Blow after blow. She is hysterical. He's laughing
He's leaving. He drinks. She drags him home. She again closes all the windows. She will find all the cracks. There will be no more clogs draft
Hate you. Give me the poison
In the pharmacy on the contrary, you can go. He will not go. Sneak "I hate you", wring with harm her hand and go away again. He loves. Just anger. It's all nonsense, she waved. She loves
But something is wrong. Learn all the thoughts. In a beautiful pendant we'll put a microphone. And there find a window, and there find that gap, and she will clog it
The microphone is detected. He is drunk. He is frantic. No, he's already furious.
"What did you want to hear?"
Fear knocks somewhere in the veins
"She is my wife"
He loves, she thinks happily
She loves. Even God will never separate them. She doesn't let go of the hand that she took. She will not be like mom
Mother looks. What do you see, Mom? Her or yourself? Do you think about what she saw all these years? Do you remember how her father beat her? Do you think what you did then? How did you broke the whole her world? This is your creation. Your daughter. This world. This illusion. He doesn't love, you sees. This is the wrong love
Sick love