MEU DEUS QUE DEJÁ-VU
–"did you sleep with him?" his voice sounded so pained that I was grateful the tears blurred my vision and prevented me from seeing, for a few moments, his shattered face.
his words were like knives stabbing my stomach, I was disgusted with myself… so much so that I thought I was going to vomit again, right there. never in my entire life had I felt so dirty… he saw it, he saw it on my face. I wasn't the same anymore, I never would be again…
–"we're over." he whispered in a heartbreaking but firm voice.
and with those two words, my world plunged into a deep, gloomy, and lonely darkness… a prison designed specifically for me, but I deserved it, this time I deserved it.