Chapter 87

There’s a feeling you get after you just cried your eyes out. It’s an odd, but yet satisfying one.

This is the first time since my parents were murdered that I have cried this much. The pain I feel is stupid, but it doesn’t stop me from feeling it.

Why am I crying over a guy?

This is one of the reasons I chose not to indulge in relationships or anything related to love.

I was way better when my heart didn’t yearn to be with another. I was at peace when my memories weren’t filled with images of a man.

What Robert did is forgivable, it honestly is. I have done worse. But I think what hurts me the most is that he was doing all this even after all the intimate moments we shared as if they meant nothing.

That part is unforgivable.

He played me like a stringed instrument, and he would have kept on playing me if I hadn’t found out about it.

I miss the old me. The old me did not have time to give her heart to a man. The old me did not have the hour o