Hate, hurt, I'm hurt, badly hurt. I really never thought I would experience the same thing again. I took my bag, reached for something inside. In such a hurry that the bottle I was holding fell to the floor. My medicine splattered, swimming in puddles. I'm crying, I can't take this pain anymore. Broken Heart Syndrome, a disease that I suffered from several years ago. That's why I have to take a sedative whenever I feel sick, short of breath, dizzy, and shaking. I wiped my tears once more, picking up the phone with trembling hands. A message, I sent a message, hoping he would read it.

My eyelids started...