She was truly in anguish.
Who wouldn't feel pain when hurt? She wasn't dead, after all.
To trample on her feelings right in front of her, to endure it didn't mean it wasn't painful.
She had endured for so long that even she herself started to believe that Amanda Smith, no matter how she was treated, would no longer feel pain.
As a child, she was too young to protect herself. Although Mr. Johnson cherished her, there were moments when he wasn't vigilant enough.
But that kind of torment seemed nothing compared to the pain she felt after falling in love with him.
A single soft word from him could shatter her heart.
She remembered their first meeting; the young boy sitting on the sofa, bathed in warm light, amidst the noisy crowd, he was as beautiful as an angel.
That momentary flutter of the heart led her to devote a lifetime of love.
Back then, just seeing his smile made everything seem fine, probably what the beginning of love feels like, without pain, without disappointment.
