My grandma looked so frail lying on the hospital bed. Her lustrous hair now looks dull and limp. Her eyes which were full of life were now covered with a fine sheen of tears. Even her body was thin.
I took a step forward but hesitated. I was the one who caused this. She was blaming herself for what I had done. She felt guilty for not being able to help me when I knew it was me who made that decision.
No, she was not at fault. Nor was my cousin for that matter. Everything that happened before and now were my actions. They should not feel any guilt for what I have done.
I did not regret anything. It was the only choice that I could make at that time. Telling my mom how The Ex was to me. But all I would be hearing would be:
"You chose that, endure it."
So I did. Humans though have limits, until I cannot take it anymore. The mere thought of hearing his voice makes me shiver with fear. Even remembering him makes me halt my steps.