The Surrogate Mother.

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CHAPTER 1.

In this life nothing is certain for sure. Who would have known that a few years down the line I would be crying my eyes out over my trembling life. I too wouldn't have guessed it . But life is a game, and if you cannot play it right then it plays you. and when it does trust me you would not like the outcome of it.

People used to say always smile because nothing is worth while locked in this cycle of life. But at this point I failed to even pretend to smile, it all still felt like a dream. Like a very horrible dream that I so desperately wished to wake up from. I felt so fragil, and I blamed myself until there was nothing left.

When I replayed history and remembered who put me in this misery my heart further bled.
Betrayal!!!
The one person whom I trusted the most was the one who stabbed me in the back.

But i still had hope. Because I still wished we could have been everything I dreamed we would be. But sadly I got too comfortable and got too carried away that I forgot to ask him if he still had the same dream as mine.

Today was the sixth day that I woke up knowing that he was no longer mine. It hurt even more thinking that he was okay with that.

I'm a fool aren't i? For silently hoping that perhaps time had made a mistake and maybe had already reserved a moment for us to find each other again.

I judged myself as well.
I can still hear my pathetic voice desperately begging him to stay. desperately begging him to not leave me for her. but all that was futile, even when I told him I would change despite having no idea what I was doing wrong. even after blaming myself and telling him I would make things right but he still left.

I still wondered if any of the memories we shared, that at least a part of them were real. I didn't know because I failed to ask him.
But the hurtful part was that I still loved him.

His voice still rang in my head when he told me "I'm leaving you...".

His voice came out soft. However, their punch was anything but sweet. all the air left my lungs in a single breath.

Tears ran down my swollen face yet again as I thought back. Recently my nights have been sleepless but I didn't need a reason for the way I was feeling.
it had been another night of crying, another night of loneliness, another night of depression.

In my tiny apartment I was on my cody two seater sofa surrounded by a lot of junk food that even I was shocked that I was the one who ate it all. I was on diet but all that was a waste, people said eating junk food when you're sad makes you feel better but it's all a lie. eating junk food when you're depressed actually makes you worse.

used tissue papers were scattered almost to the entire house and around me. it looked like a pig's nest if you ask me. But I didn't care, I was still hurt and the last thing on my mind was cleaning up where I lived.

A soft knock sounded outside my door before it flipped open. Appearing from the door was my bestfriend Madeline. With her, she carried two grocery bags which with a somber face after seeing me, she placed them on the kitchen table and hurried to me.

"Ow Adira don't do this to yourself" she was concerned. and after hugging me, she held my shoulders while taking me in under her wary gaze.
I had quickly wiped my tears when she walked in before she could see them. although I knew she would see right through me that I had been crying again. I didn't want to worry her. she had been my support system ever since things trembled down on me. She was working but she still made time to check up on me from time to time which I was grateful for. Madeline and I went way back in high school and we had been friends since.