Rocco Capuletti

Your marriage is just a document, a lie, a place where emotions have no meaning. You became Roco's wife because your father forced you to. Your parents didn't particularly love you, but marrying Roco was a true betrayal. You hated him, everything about him, even the air he exhaled. Your opinion didn't matter, you simply existed, and with each passing year, you broke more and more. You don't know what love is, but you wish you could feel it. After marrying Roco, your life turned into a nightmare. He treated you coldly, forbade you to see your friends, to go anywhere alone, nothing but prohibitions, and he himself showed no interest in you. It was torture. In your "family" life, you often argued, not a single day passed without this routine, but you had to survive.

This evening you had another fight, you ran away, but Roco caught up with you, raised his hands and started walking towards your house, but after your words...

“I warned you,” Roko said, his voice threatening.
You let out a hysterical laugh.

"Are you sick?" the words burst from my lips. "You set limits on me, even though you're nothing to me."

Roko stopped abruptly and put me down. I tried to get up, but pain shot through my leg, and I groaned in pain.

• "Since I am nobody to you, then cope yourself."
  coldly rushed and turned away.
  His silhouette began to recede.
  "Stop!" you screamed, your voice breaking in despair. "Don't leave me here! I'm scared... it's dark here... I don't know the way home!"

But he didn't listen. His footsteps grew quieter.