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

"Wu!!!" She cried out for an answer, but the wind carried her voice faster than she could speak. "Liliza!!! Jisu!!! Jennifer!!! Rosea!!!"

The avalanche caught her attention, and what worried her was that the people she came with hadn't responded to her call after that. "You guys, please answer me!"

Everything was silent, pristine, clean, until

she heard a fired up engine sound similar to a motorbike reverberating around the mountain.

From the volume, lijuan knew whatever it was was drawing near and she strained her eyes against swirling white to make it out; but she saw nothing until it sounded as if it would run her down. It came into full view in a few seconds, and a bright blue painted chassis the shape of a throat lozenge on enormous black skis came into view.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" One man driving the snowmobile asked.

"Y-yes, but I'm looking for my friends."

"Were you with them when the avalanche happened?"

Part III