Chapter 22: Weeping Protagonist

[katalina]

My eyes are swollen. Staring at the television non-stop. I forgot to mention that my tears are uncontrollable too.

For others, the dilemma of my tears is shallow, but my level of sensitivity does not compromise with others.

It sucks that my head tells me my mission is over and my undercover was a failure. Whatever I said in the past about enjoying the journey and stuff about my undercover, indeed, regrets don’t always come first.

The bags of chips and cans of soda were scattered on the floor. It has been a week since my feet stepped inside the bathroom. I don’t need someone telling me how my odourC badly reeks.

Lazy, tedious, exhausted, broken, and miserable in one. Every night, falling asleep has been so hard. It drains the hell out of me.

On the other hand, I don’t know if I should be relieved. Hunter bombarded me with messages, expressing his concerns about my absence from his company.

Yes. I didn’t show up. He doesn’t need an explanation. What the hell would I tell him?