Irene's P.O.V

Tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to arrange my passport back into a whole one. My sight was blurry and the only thing I held towards Kourtney was nothing but hate and I wished that all the bad things in the world would happen to her. The gum on my hands dried up, making it difficult for me to put the pieces together.

I hated my life and I hated every fucking thing about me and most especially, I blamed the universe for my bad luck because whenever I tried to make progress, everything somehow turns against me.

The tears that were threatening to fall,...