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Tricia had met Oliver Morris when he was a gorgeous 19 year old. Way back then, he had fancied himself a musician.
She remembered the first she saw him, long dark hair around a beautiful, serious face. He was holding a guitar as if he were about to play the secrets of the universe.
When he looked at her, when he met her eyes, ahhh… yes that was the famous story book love she had read about.
He played a song, his eyes diving into her’s, and later, they spoke. In a day she’d fallen in love.
They came together, broke apart, got back together and run off and married.
Ahh… it should have been romantic and full of joy.
But Ollie was good at, destroying joy. Of taking anything that should be fun and happy and easy, twisting it into some kind of mind game so as to suck every atom of joy from it.
