Nasty Impulse | ✔

Prologue

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P A S T

TWO YEARS AGO

I was in my old bedroom at my parents house. It's been two years since I left this house and said goodbyes to this bedroom. But seems like life played with me, brought me all the way back to my old bedroom.

I never knew I'll be back when I ran off from my own house two years ago. I was blinded at that day. Blinded by thing called love--- which now I realized is nothing but a four letter word.

A meaningless four letter word.

I looked at the window. Darkness was all that there was outside. A few street lights were lit, but it seemed like the stars and moon weren't too much excited and happy tonight--- just like me.

I still remember when two years ago I jumped through this same window and as I remember it was night time, like it is now.

I jumped for him. I abandoned my family for him. I was naive. I thought I was in love.

Love? What is even love?

At that time I didn't know that this four letter word had no meaning.

We lived together for two years. In those years I always tried and tried to fix things between us, but what he did to me last week was unacceptable. It was inhumane.

After that, nothing was left to be fixed. The broken pieces of the relationship between us were countless and those pieces couldn't be fixed together in one piece--- ever again.

I'm glad that I'm back to my old bedroom. It's like I'm in heaven after being with him, or precisely--- to be held captive in a devil's den.

I was hugging the pillow tightly and had brought it closer to my heart.

Silly me thinking that this will make my tears stop and my pain ebb away. But it didn't and it still hurts the same way it did a few days ago. Not a single moment passed by when I felt happy or any decrease in my sorrow and suffering.