Chapter 26: I Long To Be That Piece of Bread

Sarah’s POV.

I can't sleep after getting to the room and garsp on my bed like a stranded fish. I sit up and itch my chin, feeling insane for not having my phone. Phone addiction irritates me; if I don't scroll reels on I* while I'm anxious, the stress eats my soul. I hate how I look at myself. I hate everything that has happened and is happening in my life. And when dawn arrives, I have to continue the work that I have no idea what it means.

So the only thing that attracts me is the possibility of winning Henry's heart.

I get out of bed and walk over to the wooden table among the window. I take paper and pencil, exhale, and begin writing.

"I want to win his heart, my master,

and make him moan my name every night.

I give my all, and he will surrender faster.

Yearning to be my man throughout his life..."

I mean, does an artist not deserve to be happy? Because I can only make this shit while my heart burns. I grab a piece of paper in my palm, crush it, and toss it in the garbage.