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apologetic. "I'm sorry, miss. But the

please check your records again. My boy

what I'm saying

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e or what? I thought, almost feeling excit

mix-up. He wouldn't have asked me to come if he was

e him a call..." The l

one blank because I somehow forgot to charge it. Now I c

pression and kindly offered me

l smile. "His phone is switched off as well,

can do?" I pleaded with the recept

e the one who's been donating to the home for the elderly. My parents

ould get fired for this, but...take my worker's emerg

hing over me. "Thank you so

as in the room with Mario? And why? I got to the Elevator and the d

he sweet scent that had filled my nose. The scent lingered in the

rt race. It was a scent I had never smelled before, yet it felt familiar, like a warm embra

like this before. I don't even know what it is... And tha

door opened, the sight I got caught with sent me reeli

a million and one pieces. I couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't speak

hed with embarrassment and guilt as he immediatel

eir excuses or justifications. The sweet scent of mang

t, his heart pounding heavily

d a pained chuckl

alisation come to me now- my cheat

who had been my boyfriend for two years. It should have been fun, this should have been a happy moment. B

be worse

d and I didn't know when tear

taking a step closer to me. His eyes were filled

trembling with anger and hurt. "I can'

, his eyes never leaving mine. "Lucia, I'm so sorry.

had all the time to explain and you b

you think," my dad sta

y life, Dad," I said, feeling heavy hatred and res

d I knew that any more second there could make me even mo

ore th

't take decisions in haste.

rescent land pack." The fact that I was still bearing my father

tion. I stormed out of the room, heading for the bar sect

o me!" Beta Mario calle

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is was just a... a mistake." He stutt

rdeal." He stood frozen, not expecting to hear that from me. Of cour

as just too ashamed to do that. But then I realized that he never really cared.

I didn't know how to process the pain and betrayal I was feeling. The whi

d to drinking so I got drunk after just a few glasses of wine. I staggered out

ol, my eyes fixed on the water. I felt like I was drowning i

orward, letting the water envelop me. It was cool and soothing, a balm to my battered soul. I sank dee

ss through every opening in my body, and I realized I could no longer breathe. Panic set in as I tried to swim b

ming to my rescue. I couldn't even cry for help. Every time I tr

ank and I knew I was dying. Was this really