{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

Amber had just arrived and she immediately alighted the car before hurrying to the building. 


However, the moment she entered, that was when Theophilus was about leaving. 


"Th-Theo," she called out in joy but he gave her a serious look. 


"Wh-what's the problem?" She stuttered as she moved her eyes back and forth between Napoleon and Theophilus. 


"You shouldn't have left Treasure in the psychiatrist's care," Napoleon answered on Theophilus' behalf. 


"B-b…" she tried to defend herself but a word couldn't come out, especially with the way Theophilus looked at her. 


Without saying anything to her, Theophilus went to the car she came out of and entered it. Napoleon left Amber's side and hurriedly went after Theophilus. 


Once Napoleon got inside the car, he gave his friend a quizzical look. 


"What next? Where do you think she might go?" 


A sigh escaped Theophilus' lips as he massaged his forehead in frustration. 


Chapter 90- Where Could She Go?