No Longer Landing for Him
Language: en
In the third year of my imprisonment, I stumbled upon a post on an online forum. The topic was: [Can young love ever last?] The original poster wrote about her deskmate, how he got into fights for her, how he brought her breakfast every morning. How he’d plastered a love letter with her name on it all over the school’s public notice board. Between the lines, her own budding affection was impossible to miss. But then I saw the date of the post and the username, and I froze. It was from me, ten years ago. Ten years later, the boy who wrote that letter was my husband. And he had chained my…