Annabelle Linton smiled faintly. She reached out, lit a slim ladies' cigarette, and held it between her fingers. She elegantly blew a smoke ring and gave a lazy smile.
"For you, I learned to compromise. I learned to give up my last shred of dignity, time and time again. I learned to get used to everything I hated. I even tried to kill myself...
Clinging to an obsession that I should have let go of... I suppose the greatest regrets in life are giving up too easily and holding on for all the wrong reasons...
But fine, whatever. As long as you were happy, that's all that mattered. Someone once put it well: 'Love me or not, I'll do whatever you want.' To love too much is to be destined for pain, and the one who is loved is always fearless. You held my heart in your hands, free to wound it as you saw fit.
When you had problems at work or with people, you could take it all out on me. And I don't blame you. After all, who was the one so shamelessly begging for your attention?
