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

They threw Jin out of the gates and into the streets where people passed, wondering who the unidentified man was and what he could've done to be tossed out of the Qin territory like trash.

As Jin got up, he clasped his hands together, mindful of the pieces he had to protect at all cost. It had so much in common with him. The preset state of the photograph reminded him a lot about the present state of his own heart. Her words and actions played a part in making it that way.

Jin's eyes looked livid, and his face was pale under the streetlights. "She really doesn't want anything to do with me... our baby is gone now…. and there's no bringing it back," he fell on his knees "And it's all my fault."

He bit hard on his lower lip and forced himself to a stand "I'll make it up to her… It might've been hard to make that decision, but I wouldn't blame her. I knew what I was doing when I had sex with her without contraception. I was selfish…"

Part II