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

Amongst the rows of red velvet seats, they were looking for a perfect place to sit. Once the movie begun, the auditorium was perfectly silent.

Jessica sat, engrossed, watching the horror film and barely noticing the popcorn that failed to make it to her mouth. The Silence didn't last long, there were screams whenever people got jumps cares from the demons in the screen. It scared neither Xin and Jessica, but got everyone else whimpering.

Xin frequently turned to look at his date, who was fascinated by the paranormal drama. His sweat dropped before attempting to take a popcorn — what was for the two of them but he got a death-glare from Jessica who wanted it all to herself.

*'She's a strange woman'* he said to himself.

Eventually Xin's hand moved fast the whole time with most of the salty treat making it to his stomach unlike his date whose laps were covered with popcorn and some fell to the floor. "Miss ahn..."

Part V