The truth is he asked her to, oh yes he did. He plants a sweet seed of half lies on her lips every morning and night and holds her in his arms. He traps her with false hope and securities that the others are “just friends” but she knows. She knows she is his slave until his first love returns and she can’t escape. Where to run? Where to go? She wants no other reserve only the ivory tower she built around herself - her shelter from the harsh reality of the other. She cries herself to sleep but the tears are running dry. Soon there will be no more and she will find herself free but until that day she quietly suffers. Because she knows that this hollow reverie will soon end and she can breathe again.