Leon wanted to sleep with me in bed, but I refused. I was still hurting very much and having him in one room suffocates me. I know it wasn’t his fault that I assumed we still had a second chance together, but the pain was too much for me.
“Why can’t I be happy in this life? Was I born only to suffer?” I mumbled while staring at the ceiling of the room. My tears kept flowing like a river.
The next morning, I woke up with a headache. But what really caught my attention was the aroma of coffee.
“Breakfast in bed!” Leon announced. My heart instantly hurt like hell, so I swallowed and looked away.
I went to the bathroom to relieve myself and I also washed my mouth and face. Then I heaved a sigh, my eyes began to pool with tears. I blinked my eyes back and closed them tightly.
It took me a
