PREFACE
“I must not make a mistake. This time, my steps must be measured. Having come all this way, I cannot allow myself to be trapped in the same cycle once more.”
For the past few years, this was the mantra I whispered to my reflection in the mirror.
And each time, I genuinely believed that everything was under my control. It certainly appeared that way. Yet, happiness had already been confined within a rigid frame.
Perhaps the carousel I rode with my father was the last place in my life where I was truly happy.
And I, oblivious to the truth, did not yet know that I was still that same child atop that carousel.
As I surrendered myself to the calm waters of the sea, I remained unaware that I was slowly being pulled into the depths.
Warning: This is not a love story.
