{NOTE~ First few chapters needs to be edited}

"When it comes to love, the weakest part of the body is the HEART."
"Why?" He asked. 
"Because the heart loves more, it holds all the feelings and emotions. Without the heart one cannot love." The psychiatrist paused. 
"How is it related to her case?" The man had a serious look. 
"Her heart is shattered, am afraid it affected her mentally, physically and sociologically. It will be very impossible for her to love again."
The man smiled warmly before he questioned her. 
"What then is the cure?"
"LOVE."
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     LOVE takes time and is slow, falling in LOVE is a process. It eats deep into the HEART gradually until it has it all completely. 
          BUT.... 
When your HEART is given to the wrong person, it becomes a SLOW PAINFUL POISON at the end.

*NOTE: If this book triggers any of the mentioned emotions below, please don't read for you emotional safety!

*Depression *Worry *Sadness *Violence
*Bad memories *Suicidal thoughts etc

Most of what is written inside this book are very much true. They are picked from our everyday life and what most people suffer in the dark.
I just added fantasy to it to make it less intense and a bit fictitious.

LOVE; A Slow painful poison

 Her ears were sharp as she listened to the sounds made in the house. 


It was already night time and Treasure had already prepared herself. 


She immediately closed her eyes when her room door was gently opened and the person came closer to check up on her if she was sleeping. 


 On seeing she was fast asleep, the person stepped out and closed the door. 


Her eyelids shot wide open, revealing her deep colored red eyes before she disappeared into thin air. 


 She appeared inside a familiar building. This time she stood at the base of the person's bed. 


 Treasure tilted her head to the side and smiled evilly as she watched how the teenager slept peacefully. 


For some odd reason, as she watched the teenager, she felt a prick in her chest and it saddened her. 


Anger coursed through her veins but she didn't act on it, rather she carefully sat on the edge of the bed. 


Chapter 58- Beyond Repair