Continued from [x] with @falseapostle
And that was too much for her. The way he described her situation. No! Nunnally did not want to listen to it. It was not true! Her life was not that pathetic. Her life… But she could not handle the tears that started to roll down her cheeks and Nunnally started to sob violently. The sobs became louder and louder shaking her small frame.
“You know nothing about me! You know nothing about me…” – she knew she was dragging everyone's attention to them and that they were in public, but she did not care. She did not want him telling her the things she wanted to forget. Even if that was the truth, no-one had the right to torment the other person with that. Truth is overrated. That’s just not fair. That is just too cruel.
“It’s not fair…it’s not fair…” – even if she was saying anything more, these were the only understandable words spoken out between the sobs. Oh, how she hated herself for that! Oh, how she despised herself for such a behaviour. But the stress that she was feeling constantly for months if not years, it was simply too much when she was now so openly confronted with her own feelings, her own thoughts; with things that she learnt to ignore, to hide.
“I am not trapped. I am not trapped…” – she was crying a bit less and her speaking became more clear as the sobs started to be less violent – “Yes, I am trapped…I am trapped in my golden cage and there is no way out…and it’s like everyone hates me. You included.” – she suddenly raised her head and her blue eyes were looking straight into his eyes. Crying. Tired. Hopeless.
