Chapter Forty-nine

Was this how death felt like?

The existence of nothingness. Swimming in the pool of hopelessness.

One might say she was exaggerating. But nothing could deny the fact that perhaps love was not for her. She could not stand the uncertainty. And the realization of that hurt.

Probably hurt more than a real heartbreak.

The person who said it was better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all probably never knew what it meant to live a life where the reality you knew was always been let down. That the mere thought of reaching for something as pure as love made you break out in cold sweat. And at the first sign or sound of betrayal the only thought that ce to mind was escape.

She was her mother's daughter but she could not afford to become her mother.

If only she could summon the strength to stop crying, pick herself off the bed and pack her stuff.

The doorbell rang.

She paused. Aiden was at the company and Drew would never knock. It could not be her Father. Gerald would not le