I closed my eyes in despair, letting tears escape through the slits.
Why must you treat me this way? I just love you.
Pain engulfs my body, numbing my heart with its intensity.
I do not recall when it ended, but as I lay on the floor, the horizon began to brighten.
My first time with him was not filled with dreams, but with profound humiliation—he was avenging himself on me for another woman.
I hugged myself tightly, as if to keep the cold at bay.
Upon waking, all I saw was white, and the air was heavy with the smell of disinfectant.
Only Quinn, from home, watched over me.
I knew he never cared about my well-being; his presence here seemed impossible. Yet, I felt an undeniable sadness.
"Go back, I need some solitude," I said, covering my eyes, exhausted.
Hearing the hospital room door close, I knew Quinn had left.
My palm was damp. I deserved this. What right do I have to cry?
Even as I resolved to leave him, I found myself hesitating, just needing a little more time.
I watched him secretly as a stalker, from afar, ensuring he did not see me.
He and Megan spent two hours in the hotel. I waited under a nearby tree for those two hours, convincing myself they wouldn't do anything untoward. Yet, seeing them embrace passionately in front of the hotel and then enter the same car chilled me to the bone.
After two hours, even self-deception was impossible.
The sky darkened, and rain began to fall.
The rain pelted me mercilessly. Soon I was drenched, receiving strange glances from umbrella-carrying passersby, yet I felt numb.
I wandered through the rain, passing strangers, my heart a desolate wasteland. The world is vast, yet I have no place in it.
To be with him, to love him, I turned away from everyone. Now, I have almost no friends.
He is all my world contains, yet he has never truly wanted me. I am always alone.
A car's brakes screeched, followed by the driver's angry shout.
"Do you have a death wish, huh? Get out of the road!"
I realized I had strayed into the road. I apologized and quickly moved out of the way.
I walked until I was tired, then crouched down, only to find myself at her house. Without realizing, I had come to seek her.
The garden villa was quaint and chic, once exposed in the news as a lover's secret retreat. Only recently had I discovered Megan lived here.
Years of guilt compelled me to apologize to her face-to-face.
I approached the door and was about to ring the bell when I noticed it was open. I pushed the door and entered. The air was thick with the scent of blood.
Suddenly, something unidentifiable tumbled down the stairs.
On closer inspection, the floor was awash in blood, and a woman lay in a pool of it.
"Ah..."
Startled, my heart skipped a beat. I stumbled backward, tripped by something. Trying to push myself up, my hand smeared in blood, I stared in horror as Megan, blood trickling from her mouth, lay in the pool. I gasped, darkness closing in.
