I did not sleep. I am awake all night. Not because I can’t sleep, but because I’m waiting for him to come home, but I feel like a fool to do that. He didn’t come home, no matter what I waited for. The next day, I did the same again.
Even in the days that followed. . . . . .
In the next day...
In the next day...
It’s been a week. I haven’t seen Andrius in a week. I finally answered my question about what does he really think of me? There is really only one answer and there is no need for good thinking just to answer that superficial question of mine. During that week. I tried to convince myself. I convinced myself that I was just his ...
Sex slave.
I looked out the window when I heard the car horn. I haven’t eaten for a few days. My feelings for Andrius poison me so much that thinking he feels nothing for me is too much pain. I was just like a dog waiting for its master to come home.
To give food.
To give attention.
I just sat there, staring into space. Even I want to bring myself back to a reality I can’t do it. Love poisons me.
Just once. Just once.
I looked at the door when someone knock. I was sure it was just Mary, so I didn’t answer. It stopped in a few seconds. When I was about to go to sleep, the door suddenly slammed shut but I didn’t feel like looking at it... I continued to lie down as I felt the bed move.
“You’re not eating?” Though surprised, I did not move. I thought it was Mary because of the smell of women entering.
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