Cold breeze, Cold love. Were his words really true? Were you the other woman—? Or was she the other woman.

“No! You’re married to me— she’s the other woman!”

You exclaimed to Miguel with your fist clenched and tears rolling down your pale blue skin, Miguel stared at you with a soft expression before sighing and speaking it.

“Why can’t you understand, it was a mistake— I would never marry you!”