Not Gone Work

He wallowed in a deep reservoir of misery that had no end. What solace could she have provided to someone so devoted to pain? Busybodies quick to shame her for unchaining herself from a sinking ship know no loyalty to anyone other than themselves and would never commit to such a sorrowful pact. Yet they condemned her for choosing joy. There is no martyrdom being in love with no life. And why should she feel guilty for choosing joy?