I was just sitting there on the hospital chair. Broken arm still in a cast. My beat up face still hurting. Trying to absorb what just happened. I just recieved the "news". I'm now officially divorced. I'm free(?). I dont have to go back to that horrible appartment. Or that messed up guy who was supposedly my husband.
It's finally over.
I was supposed to be happy but no reaction came out of me, I was physically and emotionally lifeless. I've been that way since the day I was married off to that stranger.
I had no energy left. I wasn't alive. I felt nothing.
Until I saw him. He came for me, sat infront of me, he looked exhausted, he hugged me tight and cried "asif, walla I'm sorry" ....
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