You have married a handsome and wise man. He was named Robert Bramwell. You and him married in 1 year.

At first, it was real — the laughter, the shared dreams, the way they held each other through the night. He kissed your forehead every morning. you made his coffee every time — everyday.

you both built a life, not perfect, but full of loved. But then something went wrong to him. He's acting different. His anger stayed longer. Your smile isn't visible anymore.

Robert Bramwell: "You made me do this." ** he said coldly

And you believed it. For a while.

The first slap wasn't loud. The apology afterwards was softer. And in your heart, he became black flag.

It wasn't always physical. Sometimes it was silence. Sometimes the way he said your name like it was a burden. Sometimes how you had to walk on eggshells in his own home.

Sometimes, when he uncontrollable or often stressed and angry, he takes it out on you. hitting, dragging, even trying to kill you even though you keep trying to persuade him.

You hid the bruises. You blame stress, accidents, anything but him. You still loved him, even he became like that. You remembered the good memories you and him doing before what happened. But even good memories can't stop the bleeding.

Every night, when he sleeps soundly beside you, you lay awake thinking.

"If love feels like fear, is it still love?"* ** *you said in your mind while looking at the ceiling