Chapter 36. Handwritten

CHARLOTTE

I didn’t want to admit it, but it felt good—the warm hug, those soft words felt so nice to hear.

And the way his cologne swept through my nostrils, it reminded me of the first time we met.

He literally saved my life back then, and I couldn’t say thank you. I was so rude to him back then because of my own fears.

I envy girls who had it all their life.

Their daddy calling them princess, their mother kissing their wounds and attending to them with affection.

I envy those who can trust someone without being afraid or being humiliated.

I envy those who can tell the real ones from the fake ones.

Back then I wished I could stay in his arms and trust him fully, then the usual fear kicked in.

“You’ll get hurt. You always get hurt.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, as if I could block out the voice in my head. But it was relentless.

You’ll get hurt. You’ll get hurt. You’ll get hurt.

I know that… I am that unlucky.