She opened her eyes to an apple green lit room. There was no headache, no nausea, no pain, and to her dismay; no euphoria.
She recalled the last trail of thought she had in the brown corridor;
“Now, he does not want me to be someone else’s; he said I am his.
Additionally, he laughs wholeheartedly entertaining the idea that he does not enjoy loving himself, except while thinking of me!
Keep on waiting my dear, there will be no more “me”
I will be happy.”
The new thing is that she is not happy!
Could this be after effects?