I escaped his grasp and immediately made my way
towards the escalator, looking for a washroom.
It hurts. I feel suffocated.
When I entered one of the cubicles inside the washroom,
I promptly sat on the water closet.
Again, tears engulfed my eyes until I was dried up. I
wiped off the excess on my cheeks and then made my way
towards the mirror.
Just looking at how ruined I am made me look pitiful
and pathetic. How can I cry for a man like that?
A chuckle escaped my lips. I washed my face to sober
my feelings away and then applied a quick makeup.
After a few minutes, I exited the washroom and went to
the ice cream shop. I ordered one scoop of vanilla and sat at the
corner. People were busy brushing past each other on the outside
with gaping smiles on their faces. I hope
