...Because Men Can Cry!

In the present minute I wasn't prepared for the trepadiation which circulated me. Hell, even the word felt new to me and I didn't knew if it was Serena or me, but I'd the instant urge to bang a desk or break someone to pieces. In a second, my shells have started to crumple down with such a reckoning force, that I feared my vulnerable state may lead to the revealation of my secrets or burden of my past would be out in no time It might make Serena hate me. Despise me or worst she might even wish for my death just like Carolina.

On the spur of the frightening call of my heart, I dismissed that thought away. Serena can never even think of hurting me, let alone the think of killing me. I was gutted. I was emotionally wrecked...pieces of my sorrow overwhelming me to do something irrational; scream and yell at the heaven; fight and literally kill the demons that turned me into monster that I never intended on becoming in this life. Perhaps, I might have been a dangerous person in my past lif