Christian
I walk towards her silently. The moonlight coming from the horizon is enough for me to see her sitting in the corner of the terrace.
Gathering her legs across her chest and resting her forehead on her knees, she's shaking. I reach close and kneel in front of her. My hands automatically moved up to nuzzle her hair.
"Why do you keep hurting me?" She complains while crying.
I keep silent and let her speak. This is the only way she can feel better.
"I'm not like you. I already said I don't belong in your world. I didn't grow up with money and power like you. For girls like us, our dignity matters the most. I was so proud of myself. So so much. I thought I was a complete version of myself. Independent and strong with no drawbacks. But I just realised, I have already lost my exist
