Looking back at my life I realized that I have handled more pain than my heart can handle. In my head, I play a story and in this story, there is a girl with a disease called broken heart syndrome and she was diagnosed. In this story, the doctor was saying to her that if she has two or more heartbreaks she may die so she had to protect her heart. That girl was I and she was me.
“what the f**k is going on?” someone shouted. I woke up with a splitting head and in an unfamiliar surrounding
“can you keep it down Daniel,” the figure beside me said who was also woken up by this stranger’s voice, he stirred towards me? my eyes squirt trying to put a name to the stranger hanging at the door who looked furious. Daniel, my eyes widen as I stare at him. He was not supposed to be back for like 2 da
