It's not real. They are...

Visions...

Where hallucinations are haunting, messing, consuming every piece of my mind.

In which spells are tricking, fooling, tearing every sanity of mine.

And,

Haha.

The woman threw her hand into the air, waving through the chilling wind. The grip around her bottle tightened as a smile crept across her face. No matter how hard she tried to prevent it, the smile just wouldn't vanish. It was glued.

Why does it seem funny?

The moon was shining too brightly. It reminded her of something. She grinned, just like how she was, just like that night when she was...

No, haha, I am not crazy. I am not-

As the first tear fell, it didn't take a second for her to wipe it. When her rough skin made contact with her pale face, she almost cringed in disgust. Disgust-who was she to talk? The situation was getting more hilarious to her.

The woman brought her bottle to her lips. She wondered what will happen if she go against her father's demand. What if she dared to reject her marriage (well she did, but if she was stronger, would there be a cha