LONDON, APRIL 2nd, 1872
How many ways are there to express how hopeless and hurt you feel? Your heart ripped, shredded, crumbled into pieces. Your world dead or shattered. Some even say that they have been killed. There is an infinite number of words one can use to describe their pain. But how do I want to say it?
After finally catching a glimpse of happiness with Ezra, everything was ruined by my aunt. She is the reason why I must be apart from him now. She is the reason why I hid my affection for him. She is the reason why I didn’t let myself feel anything for him in the first place!
I wouldn’t care how poor my life would be. I wouldn’t care how small my house would look like, or in what state it would be. I would only want for it to be warm in the winter and cool in the summer. For E
