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There are two sides to every coin-the head and the tail. In this world, you're only allowed to choose one. But every time I choose, I end up with the tail. The pain is unbearable. It hurts so much that I feel suffocated by what people call "love." Why does it feel like I'm cursed when it comes to love? Sometimes, I think I must have offended my ancestors in a past life, and this is my punishment.

"Lara, what are you doing inside? Dinner is ready," my mom called from outside.

I sluggishly got up from my bed and slipped my feet into my slippers. I looked dejected and worn out-as though life had drained every good thing out of me. I was broken into pieces.

At the dining table, everyone was chatting happily, as if everything was perfectly fine. I sat in silence, alone with my pain. Honestly, it's terrifying. It feels like the world is spinning, but I'm stuck in place. I joined them, pretending everything was okay, hiding my sadness so well that nobody noticed. I didn't want to ruin their happy moment. Their excitement was loud and blinding-so much so that no one saw that I barely touched my food.

After dinner, I quietly returned to my room. Tears welled up in my eyes. I clutched my chest with one hand and covered my mouth with the other, stifling my sobs. I didn't want anyone to hear me cry. I cried bitterly until my tears refused to fall. My eyes turned red and swollen.

Then my phone rang.

It was Lydia-my best friend. I answered with trembling hands. Her voice echoed through the speaker; she was at a bar, and it was noisy in the background. I envied her. Everything seemed to be going well in her life, while I had just endured three heartbreaks back-to-back, with no time to breathe in between. I honestly began to believe I wasn't good enough-that maybe I needed a break from everything.

Lydia's voice snapped me back to reality.

"Are you free tonight?"

The noise made it hard to hear, but I made out her words.

"No, Lydia. I'm busy. Maybe some other time," I said flatly. But deep down, I wanted to go. I wanted to drink all my sorrow away. I just needed a little push.

"Please, babe," she said, "I promise you won't regret it. You've been locking yourself away for three weeks now. Why are you hurting yourself? Just come out already."

She was right. How long was I going to stay like this? Tomson had moved on. Why couldn't I? Why did it still hurt so much? I caught him cheating, and yet he stood in front of everyone and declared I was just his plaything. It hurt so much-but what could I do?

"I'll be there," I finally said.

"Thank you, buddy!" she said excitedly and hung up.

I exhaled and stood up. I picked out my red dress-it stopped just at my knees. I let my hair down, brushed it until it flowed freely, and applied a bit of makeup to hide the dark circles under my eyes. I slipped into my white sneakers and headed out.

Downstairs, I saw my mom and younger brother talking excitedly. Ever since my brother got into Oxford University on a scholarship, my parents barely paid attention to me. I'd become a ghost in the house-a shadow. Sometimes, I even questioned my own existence.

I watched them laughing as I descended the stairs.

"Mom," I said.

She turned to me with a smile, but it quickly vanished the moment she saw me. It was awkward, but I was used to it by now.

"I'm heading out," I said.

She just nodded without saying a word.