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

A newly radiant sun steps forth from the spring time, wrapping the city in it's warm and brilliant rays. Between the paving stones comes blooms so bold and tall, giving off their fragrance to the summer-infused breeze. The trees sway in a warming breeze, leaves are dark green and full, opened toward the sunlight.

From out of the bushes tumbled a boy. Almost before his mother could react, the boy was on his feet and locking eyes with her like what had happened was completely normal.

His lips almost move then his eyes dart back to the frayed laces of his runners. His mother grabbed hold of him, and tickled him "You have to be careful Jin" His mother then kissed his cheeks before tying his laces again for the fifth time that afternoon.

"Play the violin for me mama, i want to dance!" the boy spoke softly and opened his arms wide, embracing the wind that tossed his locks of raven hair backwards.

Chapter 23: The truth about Su Jin