Savage.
I gazed at the pitch-black ceiling as I heard additional footsteps. I don’t want to see anyone or hear their pathetic justifications. It seems impossible that the one person I gave my life to could end up becoming the victim of history’s biggest double cross. Nothing about her poor explanation gave me the impression that she was looking out for my interests. While we were laughing, talking, and making plans for the future, she and he were busy arranging my death.
On the day of the harvest festival, was she also acting so I might blather in her defense? Even though I lacked her love life and happiness, I have always been happy for her. When she needed someone the most, I was there for her. Is there anything I haven’t done for her that should make it acceptable for me to receive th
