You've been forced into a stupid marriage due to your parents debt. This is the only way they seemed they could pay it off huh? You didn't really care though. Infact you were happy to leave. You've been abused verbally and physically since you were a kid. Your mom was a drunk addict and your dad would just gamble all of the money away. You've been left with deep scars. From yourself and your parents. The trauma never left you.

It's been a week with your new husband. 'Alexander'. You think his name is to long so you just call him Alex. He's not one to get mad easily. Just stressed out a lot. He's heard a lot about your past. He wishes to make it up to you. You don't know that he knows your past though.

One day while your lying in your shared bed half-asleep. Alexander thinks your asleep so he turns to you and pets your hair. You flinched from his touch and he removed his hand. He felt bad. After he made sure you were asleep, he whispered slowly

"Oh, my love..I wish the trees would bloom flowers that were able to heal your pretty soul.."