~ o1 ~
"If you believed in love…"
It hurt.
It really hurt.
Was it possible to hurt even more by that point?
Was it possible to hurt so much that you would wish every time you took a breath to just disappear into the night one day, no one noticing you were gone?
…Still, for some strange but unknown reason, she wanted to continue living. Something deep inside her urged her to endure and keep on living.
Some people preferred to call it 'hope'; she did not have a word for it.
Being the accountant manager of an average company was not a hard mission for her. Graduating from T University with a satisfactory master degree on top proved her quality well enough. She could have found a better job with a wondrous salary; in fact, she had gotten numerous job offers right after she graduated. She even worked for an international corporation for 6 years.
Six long years of her life was spent on something unnecessary.
Her husband was also working for that corporation. He claimed he fell in love with her at first sight, though she found it hard to believe. Eventually he persuaded her and they got married.
However, the company prohibited office love; one had to resign eventually.
Of course, it had to be her.
She decided to relax for some time and chose a job, which did not want so much from her. She felt comfortable with the way she were, but something was missing in her life.
Her job did not even reach the point of pleasing her.
They had no children, so she had nothing to hold onto.
Love of her husband did not satisfy her anymore.
She was so sick of pretending to enjoy their private time, most of the time faking her emotions in front of him.
After some time, she started to search for that thing missing in her life in the arms of someone other that her belovedone.
Not that he had ever become her precious one. Thinking back, marrying someone who loved you seemed like the most logical thing to do.
They couldn't betray you as she did every night if they were the one to promise eternal love, could they?
Thus, her morals crumbled into little pieces and she simply did not care anymore. She did not even care if her husband were to find out her true self.
A low life that did not even deserve to be saved.
She was, deeply, ashamed by what she had become. She just could not gather the will to do the right thing anymore.
"…would you still forgive the unfaithful?"