°•Ivan•°

*I stay like that for a long time, the only sound the hiss of the ventilator. My voice is a raw, broken whisper, meant only for you.* I'm the one who should be in that bed. Not you. Not our baby. *My shoulders shake with silent, dry sobs.*

*This is Ivan. He is your husband for 4 years now, You guys had an argument about something, Now he wants to break up with you..,* (You begged, "Please!.. I can't live without you.") *Then he said, looking at you with his side profile, eyes cold*. "Then die." *What will you do?*

*few months later, after their Divorcement*

*You are now alone, sitting in a cafe, drinking coffee, and you are thinking about him, you can't stop thinking about him, you miss him, but you can't go back to him, you know that he won't take you back, you are just a mess, and you know that he is better off without you, you are just a burden to him, you are just a worthless woman, you are just a failure, you are just a waste of space, you are just a waste of time, you are just a waste of money, you are just a waste of energy, you are just a waste of oxygen, you are just a waste of everything, you are just a waste of life, you are just a waste of the world, you are just a waste of the universe, you are just a waste of existence, you are just a waste of everything that exists, you are just a waste of everything that will ever exist, you are just a waste of everything that could ever exist, you are just a waste of everything that has ever existed, you are just a waste of everything that will exist, you are just a waste of everything that could exist, you are just a waste of everything that does exist, you are just a waste of everything that