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

"You're back already?," Hana wasn't expecting him so soon, and she couldn't tell from the look on his face, what must've happened and how he was feeling.

Xin's dull gaze shifted to her, then in a second he looked elsewhere, acting like no one said anything.

"Is it that woman? Who is she to you?"

He didn't answer because he didn't have what to say. And it was none of her business. He put his hands into his pockets and pulled out his cigarette and lighter before he trudged to his room. His heart, his mind, everything about him was slowly falling apart, and it wouldn't take long before his pain would no longer be masked behind the grim look on his face.

His phone rang a couple of times, and Wu's name showed on the screen. He was reluctant to answer; he didn't feel like talking to anyone because of what he was going through. All he wanted to do was focus on the cigarette, and savour how it'd take his mind off things.

Part IV