"Nadia! Hey, Nadia, where are you going? Your dinner is getting cold. Did my words offend you? I am sorry since I did not mean to-"
Nadia did not hear what her brother had to say as she slammed her door shut.
Everything inside the room had been prepared according to what she liked. The walls were painted in her favorite shape, and the curtains were also the fabric she had adored.
The room felt like a fantasy where her family loved her enough to defy the village. But in the end, it was all an illusion, and her reality was different.
"What use is it to talk to the people who disowned me because I did not want to give up my life for the goddess? I would have been killed if I had not run away."
The look Nadia's mother had given her, one filled with anger and resentment as she told her parents that she did not want to be a vessel, was still itching in Nadia's mind.
