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He needed artwork for a competition the next month. I refused. So she broke my hand to make Asher feel better. "Wilde, what's more important? A hand or a life? Do you even understand that Asher has depression?" From then on, Asher became a permanent part of our lives. Every holiday. Every birthday. Every anniversary. Every Christmas. He always had a reason to call her away. Even on the anniversary of my father's death, one phone call from Asher was enough for Mara to leave without looking back.

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Yet, after combing through the entire device, he found a total of three pictures of me. The first was a candid shot. I was in the kitchen cooking instant noodles. My hair was a mess, and I was right in the middle of a yawn. The second picture was a selfie from when we had first become a thing. My eyes were crinkled into little crescents, and his arm was draped over my shoulder. The third photo was taken when my depression was at its worst. Unable to bear seeing me like that, Carissa had secretly taken the photo and sent it to him. I was frighteningly emaciated, with sunken eyes and chapped lips.

The wall is actually a one-sided window which means it’s a window yet it isn’t on another side. “Speaking of an anti-climax,” Cocong said. “She did determined to do such a thing, but she just wanted to caress him. What a Tsundere.” Jeje said. “What kind of porn is this anyway?” Buriko sighed. “What a letdown.” Aoi sighed. “Alright, the show is over. Let’s get outta here.” Varz stands up and leaves the room followed by Herman. “Hey, why are we going?” Buriko asked.