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

His legs were empty, and there was a rising feeling of nausea from his stomach. He slumps to the porcelain sink in the Airport's restroom and gawks at his sweaty form in the mirror.

There was a tightness in his throat, his eyesight was going blurry, and his desperate arms flailing for something else to clutch, to save him from this horrible fate.

The faucet drips into the sink, each one reverberating around the room like a cymbal, and he could feel the fear in his chest waiting to take over. It sat there like an angry ball, propelling him towards an anxiety he just didn't need.

His phone had rung six times, and it took him minutes before he realised it. At that moment he remembered his call with Xin which had to end early because of he spaced out, and now fear had his teeth locked tight together, preventing him from answering his girlfriend's call.

Part IV