Next morning I cried all night but the pain didn't go away. Memories of a day spent with Jonathan were spinning around in my head like a movie, like a beautiful dream. I wished I could have it back. For the first time in my life, I was overjoyed, and for the first time in my life, I felt like my life could be normal. "No, I'm not going to cry anymore. God wants to break me, but I will prove to him that I am strong, yes." I stood up, wiped away my tears, and stared straight ahead in determination, knowing deep down that it was not going to be easy.Then, I dashed to the washroom. I stood in front of the mirror, my gaze fixed on my own face. 'Yesterday, my face was glowing, but today it is pale, my eyes have swollen and turned red from constant crying, and my hair is a disaster.' Fresh tears began to trickle down my cheeks mechanically as I touched my dry lips and remembered our kisses, which were so pure and filled with love. It was excruciatingly painful for me.‘No, I won't cry.
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