Mental Imprisonment

Eulalia had been in a bad mental state for the past few weeks, mostly lost in a foggy illusion. She saw her deceased father and the unborn child she lost. Every time she thought about it, the pain was unbearable, so much so that she even considered ending her life during her therapy sessions.

All this agony was brought on by Percival. She had initially planned to use the remaining year of her life to get back at him, but the man was like a fortress—impenetrable. Even with her burning resolve, she couldn’t melt his icy heart.

She had overestimated herself and underestimated Percival’s cold-heartedness. She foolishly thought she could warm his heart with her touch, only to find out that Percival had no heart to begin with.

“Percival, I owe you nothing. Or rather, I’ve paid back whatever I owed you, with interest,” Eulalia said.

Percival acted as if he hadn’t heard her. “I know you resent me. I’ll make it