She is in my arms crying. It's been more than 30 minutes but her tears are still flowing. I hate everything about this situation. My love has suffered, she has suffered too much that she is suffocated.

"I don't want to be a doll, that doll anyone can mold however they like. No, I don't want to be like that. I am not a doll, to fit everyone's expectations." Her cries echoed. My heart sank.

"No, my love. You aren't someone's doll. You are beautiful for who you are."

I can't tolerate it anymore, I can't. My chest weighs too much. I hate her tears. Tears that are flowing nonstop. My heart is aching for her, for my love.