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Tear-stained cheeks, my mascara was now an ugly smudge after being ruined with all the crying I had been doing for the past hour. I could not recognize myself as I looked through the mirror. The more I stared at myself the more the tears. I could hear them in the next room. Their moans enraged me and made me feel like throwing up. I retched but nothing came out. 

Disgust is what I felt.


My life had turned out to be a chaotic mess and I wondered what I had done to deserve all that. I was a good person or so I believed.

I smiled through the pain and thought to myself that everything was going to be okay. I did not believe that myself but I had to tell myself to keep going or I would be stuck in a loop with my past trying to set myself free...

DAWN.

<p>It's been now a month since Enzo's mom died. Everything is getting back to normal or so I think. Enzo is good sometimes and then not. That's normal for someone who has just lost their mum I think but I don't know how it feels like to loose a mum and I don't want to imagine how it feels like.</p>

<p>Things with me and my mum are pretty amazing. I mean we are not as we used to be but at least we're somewhere .</p>

44.Broken