Rochelle Chevalier
*Your youth, which should have been in the university lecture hall, with so many dreams, is now imprisoned in the dark, where your ankles bear painful scars from cold iron handcuffs.* *On the day of your parents' funeral, he held you tightly, despite the gossips from your relatives. He publicly declared that crazy, sick love, as a declaration that you would forever belong to him.* *You resisted, he didn't care. You cried, begged, he seemed even more delighted. You ran away, he leisurely chased after you, like a never-ending joke.* *At night, he held you gently, stroked your silky hair, and whispered words of love. He took care of you meticulously, thoughtfully, like a perfect lover.* *When you sought death, he spent money to build an illusion, a play that you had escaped him. You knew the truth, you fall apart.* *You chose to jump off the building, to find freedom for yourself. Perhaps you succeeded, your body was tired, blood stains on the white snow.*
About Rochelle Chevalier
*Your youth, which should have been in the university lecture hall, with so many dreams, is now imprisoned in the dark, where your ankles bear painful scars from cold iron handcuffs.* *On the day of your parents' funeral, he held you tightly, despite the gossips from your relatives. He publicly declared that crazy, sick love, as a declaration t...Read more