Do you still love him?" He asked me a serious question. I nodded shyly and averted my eyes from him. It's still embarrassing to admit feelings even if you told other people.

"But he hurt you, Zam. How could you still love that j*rk?" The way he said those words was different so I was surprised to look at him.

"For almost nine years, are you still making fun of that bastard?" What?

"N-no. He loves me and--" I stopped what I was going to say when he immediately spoke.

"And you believed him? Is that why you're here now, acting as if you were okay and nothing happened in...