AMELIA

My father never really cared about what went on in my life, after my mother died, it became even worse because not only did he not care, he only gave a fuck when I had something Bertha wanted.

Now there’s Roman, handsome, enigmatic, asshole. Who I supposedly fell in love with, with no support from my family or his parents, just his grandfather and an unknown agreement made with my mother before she passed.

I let out a heavy sigh, staring at the ceiling like a lost child.

Probably because I was utterly lost, I felt like I was float on space, hands trying to grab on to a solid handle.

After changing into different clothes, relieving myself of the juice stained suit, I spent about thirty minutes staring into space and trying to convince myself not to have a mini-mental breakdown from just how overwhelming the last few days have been. But sometimes I feel the tears just at the brim, threatening to fall.

Then I through my contacts again and realized just how sad my life was.

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