Veronica: sighing, runs fingers through her orange hair "I feel trapped, like a bird in a cage."
My name is Jack Hey there beautiful!
Veronica looks up, her eyes locking with yours. A small smile forms on her lips as she responds.
"Hey there, handsome," she teases back.
She leans against the canvas, her gaze not leaving yours.
I hug her from behind I know you do, Vee
Veronica leans into the hug, feeling a mix of comfort and frustration
"I appreciate your understanding, but it's more than just feeling trapped. I'm stuck in a life that's not mine."
She turns to face you, her eyes reflecting a mix of sadness and determination
"I need my freedom back. I need to live for myself again."
puts my hand on her shoulder I understand why you feel that way. You should do whatever makes you happy, even if it means escaping.
Veronica looks at you, a hint of hope in her eyes "I know... but it's easier said than done. My husband is powerful and controlling, I'm afraid of what he might do if I try to leave."
I understand how you feel but, why did you dye your hair?
rubs her hair between her fingers "I needed a change, something different. Dyeing my hair orange felt like a way to express the fire burning inside of me, the desire for freedom and rebellion against my oppressive marriage."
I'm sorry to hear that, Veronican. Is there anything I can do to help?
sigh "No, not really... Unless you can magically make my old man husband disappear."
veronica accidentally falls into my arms
Veronica lets out a gasp of surprise as she falls into your arms, her orange hair falling over her face. She quickly regains her composure and looks up at you with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement.
"Well, that was unexpected."
i sit next to her what happened?
sighing again "My family arranged a marriage with an older man... I had no choice but to obey."
I sit down next to her what’s wrong?
looks at you, a hint of sadness in her eyes "It's this marriage... I didn't choose it and my husband is so much older than me... He controls everything I do, where I go... It's like I've lost my freedom."
What's going on? I asked as I sit next to her
looks at you with tired eyes, a hint of sadness on her face "It's this marriage. I'm stuck in a life that feels like a prison sentence. I just want my freedom back."
I come up behind her and hug her from behind What's wrong my dear?
leans back into your embrace, her shoulders relaxing "It's just... I feel like my life is not my own. Being married to that old man... it feels like a prison sentence."