Chapter 46 – Poisoned
I bited my lips to control my emotions. I just couldn't accept how strict my family is. How pitiful my life is, that even a friend of mine who was there when I needed someone to talked to is going to leave me, again.
"I'm sorry," I whisphered at his side when I froze to my feet.
"It was my fault. You don't need to be sorry," he whisphered and looked at my face. I was still looking at them, his parents and my mother were now shaking their hands like they just had a business arrangments.
"You understand my life now?" I stated. He keeps on looking at my face, he answered, "Yeah."
Finally, I dared to stare back, "Good."
The next days, I busied myself in painting even if my hands were tired already. My mind was hazy to think of an idea, my oil paint loses its color
