Whole outside, but shattered inside. Sometimes, all you need is a stone and numb heart for you to not to feel the pain that has been shackled with it.
I wish I have this health disorder called Hypopituitarism, so that I can no longer feel the pain; only numbness. No hurts, no shits.
I have been keeping this crap for a very long time, cut deep by a knife of emptiness and loss. No medication, neither any kind of prescribed or prohibited drugs, nor by means of technological medium, can heal this wound but the one who caused me this. Solely.
But for a certain unacceptable effin' reason, the one who caused me this relentless shit isn't her fault. Thus, I cannot fucking blame her for this unbearable crap.
Well, enough.
By the way, I am Theseus Anderson, the 29-year old CEO of the Anderson Company. A little etymology of my name, a Greek name, obviously; king of Athens in the Greek mythology. He possesses the attributes of strength, courage, intelligence, and sageness - as what Mom has perceived me to be when I become a man. Now, I can proudly say I deserve that name. And aside from high-classed ladies, I also love to play with cars.
I never had a girlfriend. And will never have one. EVER. I don't do such foolishness. I'm searching for someone, my life, or somehow, waiting for my lost Angel. I have sworn to marry her 20 years after when I was just 9. We've sworn to each other. And now I'm already 29. Where has she been in 20 years? Can I still make my promise? Our promise?
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The Devious Angel
Romance"Dad, why are we packing up our things?" I asked him. I didn't know what was going on. "We're leaving," he replied blatantly without throwing even a single glance at me. What did he mean? Mom retorted my bewilderment. "We are leaving France, Theseus...
