The Choices She Made

She stood beside him, vows once true, a promise bright, then burned right through. She wore his ring, she spoke his name, but love to her was just a game. I saw the distance in her eyes, a quiet hunger wrapped in lies. Smiles that never reached her face, a heart already out of place. She wanted more—what, I don’t know, something reckless, something cold. While he held on, she let go, shattering him blow by blow. And when the truth came crashing in, I watched my brother break within. His voice went quiet, his hands unsteady, grief too heavy, heart not ready. But it wasn’t just his loss to bear— she left a silence everywhere. She wasn’t just his—she was ours too, a sister, a daughter, lost to someone new. Now holidays don’t feel the same, her absence laced with unspoken pain. We give gifts and leave a space, but never dare to say her name. I wish I could hate her, wish I could forget, but all I feel is deep regret. Not just for him, not just for me, but for the family she chose to leave.