I think it was too much for her to go through. For months, she would wait until she thought I was asleep to cry over that asshole. Then, she'd pick herself up, plaster on that award winning smile, and go back to the personal hell he'd left her in.

I didn't notice the changes at first. She started losing weight and her hair slowly started to fall out. She eventually stopped covering the bruises that decorated her arms and legs. She stopped singing and even the gold band, that she had been so proud of, had disappeared from her finger.