A choice
“Why are you still not ashamed of it?”
“And what, do you think, I should be ashamed of?”
“Well, to start with, your choice? Of the work that you plan to do for the rest of your life, your current life condition, your health, and most importantly, the man you have decided to spend your life with,” he answered with a tone that was full of pity and sarcasm, both fighting to overpower each other.
She thought of the last time he had thrown sarcasm at someone. They had laughed so hard that tears couldn’t’ control themselves and they kept coming out like tap water.
They shared a relationship not many could boast of. They could be seen shouting at each other in a way that even scream would shy away from hearing them.
And then of course, there were those numerous letters they had written to each other as both were in love with the pen.
She was his strength and he was her role model.
But there was something this time that carried a bitterness that wouldn’t go for years to come.
She had chosen for herself and that, she was never allowed to do.
She had committed a sin for which she would have to pay.
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