Her fate
It's not our fault that we're married before you. She stares at the ceiling. Watching the dust dances as if mocking her for being foolish. Yes, foolish. She tells herself that she shouldn't be mad. It's her fault for speaking her mind out. I'm the only one who is not married here. Both of you are married and left me. There used to be the three of us. You made me do everything you want. Now that all of you are married, I'm being left alone! After all I've done. It's not our fault that we're married before you. She closes her eyes hoping that it was all just a dream. It was foolish. She knows she shouldn't have said that. It's not their fault. Everything that had happened was not planned by them. She knows. Still, it makes her feel useless. Foolish. Irrational. She tried. She did try to be mature. She did try to understand, but being alone is not really that helpful. Everytime she is alone, she is reminded of those days