“Trust is like a piece of paper.

Once it is crumpled,

It can never be perfect.”

Imagine this.

Broken glass shard that you are holding in your hand.

Pieces of broken Soju bottle on the floor. 

Blood around the place.

You can't seem to remember a single that happened. 

A jolt woke you up. 

Everything was gone.

EVERYTHING.

The glass shard that you held in your hands earlier on. 

Blood which was dripping from your palm and wrist seem to have just healed themselves instantly.

All that was left was you curled up in your bed trembling. Seemingly mentally unstable.

Nobody seemed to care enough.

// Trigger warning for horrible English //