"Hajima..." "Wae?" "You don't love me...so please,stop acting like you do",her heart couldn't take it anymore,her eyes are full of tears "But I do love you" "Then why did you cheat on me?"
When her parents told her that they had set her in an arrang...
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I enter my mom's car as she drove us home. I held the tears in my eyes by pretending to be asleep throughout the car ride, at the same time hoping that what is happening to me is just a dream. My mom shook me to wake me up as we've reached home. I enter the house and go straight to my room. I close the door behind me slowly, lean against it, tears start flowing and slowly, I fall to the floor and I hug my knees. I try my best to be as quiet as I can. He doesn't love me, how typical. Am I allergic to love? Why can't someone love me? I thought the least he'd be caring. Why does it hurt so bad? Suddenly, I feel a sudden pain in my chest, I tried to control my breathing as this has happened before but for some reason, it's not working. I try my best to stand up and search for a bottle of water that I always keep on top of my study table. I reach for it and quickly gulp down the water to ease the pain away.
I don't have asthma, but this happens whenever I feel stress. It's not a panic attack either, the doctor says it happens to me whenever I feel stressed or pressured. He said that I'm unconsciously tightening my chest when I stress out. It started when I was 12. I was bullied verbally by other kids since I was six because of my looks and size, however, it had gotten worse after. I started eating unhealthily and gain weight rapidly, which was the reason it became worse. I started losing weight after though because the doctor informed my parents that I was in the obesity category, so the weight loss was forced at first but then, it just became a normal routine for me. Up until now though, it still is so difficult for me to call myself pretty or beautiful, it's even more difficult for me to accept praises from others.
Thankfully exercise actually helped with the chest pain and as it used to happened quite frequently, I know how to handle it whenever it happens. But this is the first time in years since the last time it happened. I started breathing slowly and counted my breathing until the pain slowly fades. I decide to shower and sleep early for the night. As I lay in bed, I wrap myself with the blanket, turn to my right, sliding my hands under the pillow and for some reason I start to cry again.
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3rd Person's POV
She cried her heart out and slowly goes to sleep as her eyes had gotten heavy because of the crying.
