Chapter 1. The Day The Good Girl Left

My heart didn’t break that day— I lost it.

I could clearly remember that day, the very day that everything seemed to fade. Like I only existed and could no longer live. The scenes etched in my memory and the familiar lump in my throat would appear every time I recall them. I didn’t want to remember any of it but they just seem to wander in my thoughts and I just get lost in them.

Clothes on the floor.

The smell of in the room.

The moans.

Their ness.

I still shiver and I would have to close my eyes and pray for those thoughts to go away.

I didn’t remember exactly what happened the moment I closed the door behind me but I distinctly recall how I walked aimlessly in a busy street. I just walked and walked never knowing where to go, never caring. I didn’t feel anything that day. It was like I was stripped off of my capacity to feel.

Some time in my wandering, my body gave up.

I woke up in a hospital with my friend sitting by the bedside holding my hand. She was asleep and I just stared at her beautiful face without even bothering with the idea of where I was.

That day I died.

Then I was reborn.

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“Something must have happened. Something so huge like you cracked your head on a pavement or something and you finally realized how awful he is…”

Yes, something indeed happened. I must have cracked my head on a pavement. But how I fell and cracked my head— nobody knew about it.

Except him and her… whoever