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

"Jin?" Yuqi shook him, but he was not responding. "Jin? Jin? Jin?!" He still wasn't responding.

Tears slowly formed in her eyes and she leaned close "This wazt nuh suppo to happun" Yuqi wondered where they had both gone wrong. Jin was a first class student, but in the end. He put in so much effort and in the end he was failed.

Jin took slow, unsteady steps away from the people that whispered about his score. Yuqi followed him, still calling his name.

Sweat trickled down Xin's face as his stomach churned. "Why? Why? Why? How? How? But I—" He grabbed hold of the nearest waste bin and heaved everything he'd eaten. He dropped to his knees, sunken eyes lost in a gaze he paid no attention to.

"Jin pwease…" Yuqi pleaded for him to answer her. She thought maybe they should go talk to the professor that supervised his project.

The man got up, still feeling lightheaded.

Part III