He offered her all she ever dreamt of
In her young and impressionable self, this was the life
Then slowly the ugly head started rearing itself
He knew her every move. Stalker! Or is it PIs?
Who she talked to where she had been
He knew even the conversations she had on her phone
And not once did she see him pick up her phone to scroll!
Who are you? She often wondered to herself…
He threatened to hurt everyone he deemed competition
She was scared
She knew he was capable of what he said
She withdrew even from her closest friends
He owned her, it was an abusive relationship
And all that glitter was not worth the sacrifice
One day she packs and decides she is about to runaway and never look back. And there she started recreating her life back again.
How far are you willing to go/ sell your soul inorder to get the good life?