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

When Jin woke up, it was nighttime but definitely not the same night. The streetlights beamed over the buildings, illuminating the dark for anyone to see. He couldn't recall how long the beating had gone on for, only the final hit and the sound of the iron bar falling to the concrete.

He had a throbbing pain in his head and he remembered the way Hong attacked him, and how he couldn't do anything in the situation.

He could barely move. Every muscle has seized up. His body was struggling to recover, to repair the damage. Jin rolled his shoulder subconsciously, trying to work out the aching stiffness,but he winced at the sharp pain from his attempt. There was sadness in the man's eyes, a heaviness, an unyielding sorrow that robbed him of his once calm smile, and he knew he could never get that back. Hong had won.

Part II