Savanna
I walked dejectedly into the bathroom after Roderick's words to me. He appears to be a saint after all, while me on the other hand had almost been tasted by every men in my previous life. I'm only consoling myself with the fact that I'm in a new body.
But that doesn't hinder the fact that I will be his first in most things!
Isn't that shocking to hear from someone that like him?
As I walk pass the mirror, I retraced my step and stood in front of the mirror, staring back at my reflection while in a daze.
It's as though, I could see my real battered and used self. Should I be grateful that I have a new body? Why do I still have these memories of myself that keeps hunting me?
The words from Roderick was still playing in my head. And I'm beginning to see men in another perspecti
