"You were red. You liked me because I was blue. You touched me and I became a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn't for you."

- Colors by Halsey

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Anisha slipped into the green dress. Her hair was in a bun and her makeup was light. A few strokes of foundation, a hint of bronzer, light tan eye shadow and a faint pink lip color. It was enough to make her look alive and happy. It was enough to hide her pain.

No one ever noticed the paleness that shadowed her face or the dark bags under eyes. No one noticed the cuts on her wrists or the bruises that adorned her body. No one ever noticed that she was getting frail, day by day. She was fading away, right before their eyes but no one cared enough to notice.

All the fake smiles, the laughs, the jokes. It would be enough to hide the truth. No one could look at her and realize how much pain she was in.

After all for fourteen years, she had hidden her scars.

She understood that her smiles and laughs hid her pain. But what about the emptiness in her eyes?

She always wondered why people said that one's eyes gave their true emotions away. It didn't make sense to her. Because if it was true, why didn't anyone ever notice the emptiness in her eyes?

No one ever noticed.

No one could ever guess that the same woman who slowly waltzed across the room, kindly and whole-heartedly socializing with everyone was the same woman who cried herself to sleep every night.

No one could ever guess that the same woman who held onto her husband's hand all evening was the same women who would stand and watch her husband as he took other women to his room, right before her very eyes.

No one could ever guess that the same woman who filled her kid's plates with fruits was the same women who begged for any kind of smile from her kids.

No one ever noticed. And no one ever cared, not enough at least.

All she wanted was someone, anyone to notice. To notice how much she was hurting, to understand how hard it was getting for her to deal with the pain, to tell her that she was enough.

She wanted to be fed lies. She wanted someone, even her husband to sit there and tell her that it would be okay, to tell her that she was okay.

But it didn't matter anymore. It was all getting to be too much anyway.

Each person has their own limit as to how much pain they can endure. Some can endure more pain than others. Some know when to let go of all the heartbreaks and lies and tears. Others, like her, hold onto every string of hope.

But a person can only take in so much pain. Despite all the hopes and dreams, people do reach their limit. The limit where they realize it's time to let go. The limit where the pain becomes too much. The limit is where everything gets to be too much and it's no longer worth holding on. The limit is the breaking point. When enough is enough.

And Anisha, she had endured enough. She was near her limit and now, there was nothing left that could save her.

Anisha sighed and slowly dabbed the tissue as she tried to dry the tears that were threatening to fall.

She looked as though she were enough.

She picked up Andrew's gift, it a simple watch. Nothing too expensive or extravagant. It was simple and enough, just like her.

Each year, on his birthday and on their anniversary, she always got him a gift. They would always be simple gifts. But still she always got him something.

She placed the small box in her purse; she would give it to him at the ball. At least, he would be forced to act like a loving husband then.

This would be the last birthday she would spend with him. Hell, this was probably the last public appearance she would ever make with him as his wife. The watch would be the last gift she would give him.

She had nothing else left to give.

She heard Andrew knock on her door. He must be getting impatient with her.

But she still smiled and bit her lip shyly.

What would he say to her? Would he notice the dress she was wearing? Would he ask her what she wanted to eat? Would he secretly fill her plate with chocolate covered strawberries like he used to? Would he ask her to dance with him? Would he hold her and twirl her like he did at their wedding?

No, he wouldn't. She knew that but every year she would hope but all her hopes would go in vain. He just never did.

She looked at herself one last time in the mirror and then made her way downstairs. Butterflies danced in her stomach as she thought about spending the entire evening with her husband.

After being married for seventeen years, he still had the ability to make her feel like a love sick teenager.

But he also had the ability to break her into so many shattered pieces that all she ever felt was alone, heartbroken and unloved.

It was pathetic. She knew that. She hated herself for being weak. But that was love. Love made her like this. And love was the only reason she had held on for so long.

She locked the house door behind her. Andrew was helping Mira buckle her seat-belt.

Mira looked gorgeous in her lavender dress. The little girl was the spitting image of her mother.

Anisha had been afraid Andrew would reject her kids simply because she was their mother. He seemed to hate everything to do with her. But that wasn't the case. The kids, like their father, seemed to reject her instead.

Andrew looked handsome, he always did. He was wearing a dark blue suit with a striped tie. It was a nice tie. Her heart fell as she realized Amanda had probably picked it out for him. Andrew was the type of person who would wear a green tie with a blue shirt. She knew this.

There used to be a time when she would match his ties to his shirt. A time where he looked and asked for her opinion. A time where he had actually cared about her.

Anisha made her way and sat in the front seat of their Porsche.

She turned and smiled at her kids.

She loved looking at them. They were her kids, after all.

Even if they didn't appreciate her value anymore, she still loved them. And she always would.

She was the one who had woken up at three in the morning to see why they were crying. She was the one who had always made sure they were fed before she ate. She was the one who helped them stand up after every fall when they learned to walk.

Ryan looked away, diverting his gaze out the window. She knew her son would never love her. He was filled with pure hatred for her. He was too far beyond her reach.

Mira gave her mother a toothy smile and went back to playing with her Cinderella doll. Mira was more open to her mother and showered her mother with love and kisses whenever she wanted to.

Anisha then turned to her husband.

Andrew clenched his jaw; he could feel her staring at him. "Do you need something?"

There was no softness in his voice. It was cold and hard, after all those were the only feelings he held towards her.

She shook her head and looked away. What was she expecting him to do? Tell her that she looked pretty?

She didn't look pretty, she looked sick.

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I finally updated! I wasn't planning on writing this until this weekend but I passed my Chem Midterm! So I'm super happy and plus I had some extra time today. I've been meaning to update for weeks now but I've had exam after exam. The second part to this chapter will be uploaded soon, once I finish writing it which should be soon. I'm going to try to update at least once a week but it depends on my school schedule.

I want to thank each and every one of you for giving my book a chance. I never really thought of writing but I guess I just wanted to try it. You all are super amazing!