"You're really sick you know. I can't imagine someone being as mean and selfish as you, 𝘒𝘪𝘮 𝘐𝘷𝘺." He says, as he finally let go of her.
"Only if you had known my viewpoint, 𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬. Only if you knew." She barely whispers out...
100M in almost 24.5 hours bruh! fucking yeah💜 We did this!😌💜
Wattpad decided to bitch with me and made me rewrite this chapter twice😪.
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Twenty-first August.
Birthday. The day you were brought out of your comfortable haven in your mother's well-protected womb into this heinous world, full of traitors and backstabbers busy fulfilling their own selfish pleasures and desires, forgetting their actual origin, the original power holder, mother Nature.
It is to celebrate the arrival of another child of God to Earth with an expectation to make a change.
Today's the day, twenty-first august, when I opened my eyes and cried out loud on seeing the world. And as always, today's the day I fear the most. Because, this day is known for taking away every piece of my heart along with it as it passes by every year.
Be it as trivial as my academic score or as heart quenching as someone precious leaving me, forever.
This day marked the day I first failed in my language exam, the day I lost my expensive brand new fountain pen, the day I lost my first competition to my sore enemy, the day I found out that I would no longer have anyone to call as my parents, the day I made an embarrassment of myself by gifting an ugly picture collage to my boyfriend, and also the day I witnessed the only two trusted persons walk hand in hand as the entire university celebrated their bond while I cried to myself as I hid behind the walls, not wanting to face the mocking faces and snickers of the passerbys, and the day I was stripped off my dignity though not literally by the Sanders and fed to the foxes called media.
Basically, twenty-first august was known for stealing every piece of my broken heart and pinch it more, to quench its thirst.
That's why, I never told anyone about this day. Not even Jinae, to whom I was grateful to not interfere much and instead celebrate mine with hers.
But all those who knew, made sure to squeeze every ounce of happiness out of my life on this very day.
Click.
I click another picture of his, unknown to him as he typed something on the phone. The processed picture slipped out into my hand, giving me the view of the perfect masterpiece I captured.
My babyboy.
My lips curled up into an euphoric smile as I scribble something down at the corner of the picture.
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