Perhaps ironically, like her marriage, Julia was holding tightly onto the guardrail.
The young actor had left, yet his words were ringing in her ears.
"It never gets better."
It seemed like he could look past her façade.
"You believe you are holding on for dear things, for the dearest people, but it will not result in anything worthwhile. For all your sacrifice, you will only be despised."
He didn't seem to care that he was touching a sensitive topic. In his eyes, his interference was neither right nor wrong.
Social graces did not matter to the odd actor. His attitude seemed to suggest he spoke out only his idle thoughts.
"You are a mother, yes?"
His amber eyes seemed to see through her.
In that moment, Julia felt insignificant.
In the actor's eyes, she was just another story he had heard plenty of times. There was nothing special about her, nothing worth exploring or paying attention to.
'An unoriginal story.'
