"The curtains don't know the pain behind the tears, nor can they understand the depth of your sorrow, so why burden them with the weight of wetness which your eyes are leaking every now and then, accept it, this is your fate now and forever.
You were never special nor will you ever be someone respectable person with your own identity, people will always remember you as my concubine, the sooner you understand it the better it would be for my peace of mind. And don't you ever dare to run away, there's no escape from this abyss where I have dumped you."

"Cage your emotions, control your heart, because if this heartless and emotionless world would know your weakness they will tear you apart", I would always recite this mantra to myself after listening to his words, which cut deeper than any knife, taking away the chunk of my very soul everytime he threw those vile words on my numb self.
Sunsets carried no beauty, they were just harbingers for me, a warning to stay ready for unknown danger that would be following them.
But there was this tiny little stubborn and flickering flame of hope which stayed hidden in the deepest corner of my being, which said this phase will pass away, wait for the right moment, to escape from this hell, from this purgatory.
I wasn't birthed to be a concubine of some monster, I know that no one has the power to shackle anyone's spirit, not until they themselves surrender to others will.
He will never know that it's not me who would be remembered by his name, but it's he who would be remembered because of me until I escape from here.
I am going to unveil every layer of mask behind which he is hiding. Am gonna tear that curtain of illusion which is protecting his monstrous side from this world.
All these days I wasn't standing near the window to stain the curtains with my tears, I was there to plan my escape through that window like a Rapunzel, the only difference was curtains instead of hair for escaping.
He was right the curtains don't know the pain behind the tears, nor can they understand the depth of my sorrow, but they did held my meagre weight while I used them to escape from that darkest place and set myself free, to become something where I won't need anyone's name to prove myself or be overshadowed by someone's personality.

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