I watched as he hurriedly left, unable to suppress the tears that silently slid down my face again. But the pain from the wounds on my face made it so I couldn’t even cry properly.
It turned out, his tenderness was so fake.
It turned out, his love was so cheap.
I closed my eyes and memories surged in like a tidal wave.
Two years ago, Mike knelt down on one knee, placing a ring on my finger, his eyes filled with starlight.
"Karen, marry me. In this lifetime, I will only love you."
Six months ago, after I stayed up late preparing a birthday surprise for him, he hugged me tenderly. "Silly girl, you are a thousand times more important than any gift."
Yesterday, he kissed my forehead, swearing with all his might.
"Karen, starting tomorrow, please guide me through the rest of our lives! I promise, I will never let you suffer even a little."
The Mike in my memories was a completely different person from the cruel and violent adulterer he was today.
I curled up in the darkness, my body cold, as my consciousness slowly sank into the abyss.
If this was love, then I would rather have never met him.
The squeaking sound of rats suddenly jolted me awake, my body drenched in cold sweat.