SofarLunar

"I endured this pain day after day, drowned in the ocean of tears that weren't allowed to leave my eyes. I held on for long, but they didn't love to see that, they stepped upon my head, content to watch me drown in the emotional mess they caused."

Seven relationships and all were doomed from the start. The same issues and the same outcome, all the girls he loved left him, cheated on him, stabbed him in the back. 

Was he hexed? Was he really the problem? Why did they never last? Chang Wu didn't know. All he knew was that, they were breaking his heart to smaller pieces every time they walked out of his life because he couldn't 'afford' them. 
 
He'd tried everything to the extent everyone called him a simp for women who wouldn't even do half of what he'd done for them. 'Why were all middle class women the same?' Why hadn't he met one that wouldn't push the burden of financial responsibilities on his shoulders. The more he thought of it, the more he bore hate, until he decided to give up on them, and aim for something higher. 


Dating a rich woman was his next step. As impossible as it sounded and difficult to achieve, he thought the woman on the magazine cover that caught his attention would actually love him, not because of money because she already had that. There were problems, he had to live falsely to catch her eye and watch out for potential threats to avoid the truth from getting exposed, but how long would he pretend to be the opposite of what he truly was? How long would he lie? How long would he continue to live in fear? And most importantly, how would he put an end to the facade without getting his dream woman hurt?

Why I hate Middle Class Women

Naked winter trees line the avenue, the path bejewelled with frost, sparkles and crunches, like sugar under tall boots. Jessica's breath rose in visible puffs to join the dark-clouded evening sky as the snow continued to sprinkle down to join their brethren on the ground.

Wu and Jessica walked, not saying a word but followed the directions of the misty streetlights in the light snowfall. Jessica pulled her woollen hat over her ears then tightened the scarf over our her lips.

"Shit, it's getting really cold" Wu said, and surprisingly, Jessica nodded.

"Should we go somewhere? Look for a cafe that's still open or something. It's still six, and there are a lot of people around."

"I like that idea." They'd both come to an agreement, and what was left was to find a store they could stay for the meantime.

Part VI