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

The man raised a shaky finger to call the bartender, but when he didn't appear he turned his head slowly to his right to watch him scrubbing the glass of the chiller cabinet, recently re-stuffed with more dark beer as demanded.

"Xin! More beer!" The man shouted, slamming his fist to the table, and everything on top to wobble after the impact.

Xin ignored him. He'd had enough for the night. The least he could do was give him water to sober up. An hour passed, and the man got up on his feet. He was tired, and he had to go home. Clearly, he couldn't do that by himself without help.

Zhelan wanted to help, but he knew nothing about the man and was barely familiar with the places around. He lifted his eyes once he took note of the figure beside him. The bartender stood there with crossed arms, and he wondered if he'd outstayed his welcome.

"Are you new here? I haven't seen your face before."

"Ah, yes. I just moved in today. I'm not from around here."

Part II