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y eyes tight as I tried hard not to sob. I could feel my throat swelling. My heart was racing. How could such a wonderful

she made sure she was hidden deep within me, not

t the blood stain on the bedsheet, making me shudder in pain. Not just physically. I thought my heart was already numb from all the h

had already given everything, and now nothing was left in me bu

gh. I will never

asoline that pumped throughout my veins, urging me to go out of bed and snatch all my clothes from the floor. I was totally alone in his room. He left me without

there were bruises visible on my arms and the right side of my neck. Last night was wild and intoxicating. Blissful and

voice when he whimpered my name. His touch made me feel so delicate and weak. Like I was melting butter under his flawlessly sculpted body.

my eyes

t. But it was aggravating that I was not exempted from

punched the mirror with all my strength just to channel the pain

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er the phone. I met her two years ago at an art viewing in one of the museums in this city. She had been insisting on taking me out of the house since last w

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o get out of your small den and breathe some fresh air! I am scared y

way from the pack and home. “Tomorrow. I swear. I am feeling great today, so I will pour all this positive energy into my work and finish it before

gagged at the taste. Madelyn heard me and then went into

er. The coffee was fine. I just couldn’t understand why my stomach didn’t w

e small wooden dining table. I went straight to the toilet and opened the medic

heart crawled u

cket. I looked at myself in the mirror and moved sideways, focusing my eyes on my tumm

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ttered in a shaky voice, my eyes full of dread as I looked at my fac

nking of throwing it in the trash. But then my shudd

My heart was fast, beating wildly against my chest, and I could hear it inside my ear as it throbbed. Softly at

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tched how the red line on the test kit appeared. I held my breath for as long as I

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he pregnancy kit on the other side of the tiled wall.

. No.

the toilet bowl while cold sweat beaded my forehead. I was so confused. I couldn’

ormer pack. I had no one to help me now but my best friend Madelyn, who I was

ike a ghost after he took my virginity t