Chapter 72
Other than the fact that my special day was ruined, something was broken in a way that it would take time before it can be fixed again... if it is still possible to recover from the damage it accepted. That day, I sat on my bed, questioning where I went wrong to receive that kind of gift from them. I never did anything wrong, but why did they need to recall what happened that time? Had they forgotten how it badly affected me that they actually made a tableau of how I discovered the body? Were they out of their freaking mind that they decided to resort to that? What the fudge was wrong with them? Countless times today, I almost lost myself because of having an anxiety attack, finding it hard to breathe, gasping for air faster than usual. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't comfort myself.
- Writer
