Not built for love 2

Cont'd...

The labor of love.

What was it worth? It had to be cultivated. It had to be earned. You had to be worth it.

...And she had never been worth it.

Her fingers were trembling as she recounted every insult she's swallowed. Every way she had put herself down, without even knowing. All the ways Fareed had disrespected her and how much crap she had stomached. Then that he accused her of being the problem.

That it was always her fault.

She always was wrong.

Just for the mere reason that she wasn't worth any affection.

"Are you crying?" Anisa asked as she noticed Salima was blinking hard and fast.

"Why would I?" The anguish travelled from the pit of her existence and shook her to a point she was senseless with anger. Like Fareed should appear before her and she should burn him alive.

Reminded of just how much she hated him from the beginning, she wished she had stuck to her gut whispers and never gave a chance.