It was a bittered woman with hatred, a woman in pains and a woman being influenced by hurt. Her eyes were swollen in devastated tears, her mouth could not speak anymore because of her fragility. She was pierced right through her healthy heart when she saw me, her loving husband cheat on her. I knew I was the negative surrounding and betrayal. She needed not to accuse me, have accused myself before then. It saddens me that, whenever I looked into her eyes, I was the reason for that anguish and horror movie.
It aggravated to a decision of leaving the house which I built as a rememberance of our perfection, but at this moment, I looked at the mirror and saw my mistakes egoistically dancing in me.
I ran to her to show my sadness of how sorry I was but it was to no avail, until I went down on bended knees and I remembered in our youthful age, she did crave for remorseful acts. On my bent knees, she looked into my eyes with a feeling of the person she loved in her teens and hopefully went back into the house.
"I gasped in joy"