47 I'm in despair.

Mera.

I cried the whole way in the car. At first I bawled my eyes out, I let out all the sadness inside me. Until I got tired of crying, the tears became silent and just flowed silently.

I summoned up the courage to confess, but all I got was a cold response, "You're just a slave".

Every word he said turned into a merciless blade piercing my heart, making countless bloody holes. My heart was dripping blood.

I always thought he liked me, at least a little bit. Because he always helped me and cared for me, that's why I thought he liked me.

I didn't realize I was just a slave in his heart.

I was so conceited! God... I'm such an idiot! I actually thought he liked me? I'm just a slave with no status at all who doesn't deserve to be liked.

If only I had realized this earlier, then I wouldn't have made a fool of myself in front of him.

I look at the clothes I'm wearing that he bought for me this morning. If he didn't like me, why did he buy me clothes? Why be so nice to me? Why pay off my de