She was still missing the most important thing. A family of her own. Not just an abstract concept, not a set of expectations imposed by society, but a family that takes root within you, becoming an extension of who you are.
She closed her eyes.
How wonderful it is to hear someone say they see you as the mother of their children. Those words carry warmth, filling her with something special, a quiet sense of significance. “You’ll be a wonderful mother,” they tell her, and she smiles. But deep down, she knows—that’s not what matters most.
Being a good mother is a natural desire, but for her, something else comes first. She wants to be an exceptional wife. A woman to be proud of. The kind of woman whose hand he would hold in any company, whom he would never be ashamed of, never afraid to stand beside. The kind of woman about whom he would speak with unmistakable emphasis on that possessive pronoun: my wife. She wants to be proud of him, too—her husband, her man, the one who chose her.
She has no illusions about eternal love without hardship. She knows that relationships take work. But she is ready. Ready to be his foundation, his support, his source of strength. Ready to face any storm with him, as long as she knows that, given the choice, he would still choose her. Again and again.
Life is so short. And loneliness—loneliness weighs on the chest like a heavy stone, making it hard to breathe. Of course, one can learn to live with it, convince oneself that it’s not a sentence but a choice. But who needs these mind games?
She smirks. If she’s going to hate this world and the people in it, she’d rather not do it alone. Hatred, like anything else, feels just a little bit lighter when shared.
All that remains is to tend to her wounded soul and patch up the place where a heart once beat—now nothing more than a hollow throne for the demon that destroyed all love within it.
Just one small task left: to bring back to life what is dead, rotted away, and festers with its stench every night. A mere trifle. Some kind of new Frankenstein will emerge! Nothing is impossible for this woman. After all, she once killed herself for love—so surely, she can bring herself back to life for the sake of a family.
In time, everything will fall into place…