Ester, you are my blessing.
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That's the point where everything started, Henry entered our lives and made me do things I never wanted to. He tormented me more than my fault. Okay, I get it Grace died because she loves me but it's not like I killed her or it was my fault. Why is he making me suffer more than my crime?
I was at the bar, not being able to understand what I should do. I took shots of tequila, wanting to earn a reprieve from this unwanted situation of turmoil and felt free for once.
I sometimes wished that I would have never loved Ester so that none of this would have happened. How peaceful it would be if I remained as I was. Bipolar and cold, holding my emotions inside me never has a source of salvation. The depth of my misery sometimes sounds better but then I remember how she changed me, how I found a shore to my fire of agony.
