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Hanna continued to express her heartbreak and disappointment until she realised that Andien was just looking down. "Andien... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so hard on you. I just ...." "I understand, and you don't have to apologise to me. I'm just sorry and ashamed that I didn't have the courage to act like you," Andien said quietly. "Now you're back and I've heard from the doctor who treated you that your health is better. What are you going to do when you meet Kenan? Do you intend to repair your relationship?" asked Erlangga after Hanna had chosen to remain silent.

Your comments and votes , lets not even start on how positive and patient you all are with me I LOVE Y'ALL SO SO MUCH. Now onto the finale Loved me with your worst intentions Didn't even stop to question Every time you burned me down Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven Loved me with your worst intentions Painted us a happy ending Every time you burned me down Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven And it's so gut-wrenchin' Fallin' in the wrong direction Darkness Quiet Everything was quiet I was finally dead

The same feeling from before was back again, this time even worse. Not again. I got out of bed slowly, holding the sheet to my waist like it could protect me from the wave of emotion crashing through my chest. My hands shook. My jaw clenched. He left again. No note. No text. Not even a goodbye. Did he think it was a mistake again? Was he ashamed of it? Was I the only one who remembered every second? I sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled my knees up to my chest, and buried my face in them. It wasn’t just heartbreak this time, it was shame. A deep, sharp, gut-wrenching shame.

I was trying everything possible to fight back my tears, with the little hope that this pain I was feeling would die down. How much would my parents be disappointed in me? I didn’t even want to know this as shame washed over me like never before. Shame of picking love over fighting for their cruel slaughter. Only for me to be treated the same way like they had been treated. It was like the clouds were laughing down at me and mocking me for how stupid I had been. “Three weeks, Luna,” He answered and my mind spun, with my wound getting freshly opened again. I held the sheets under me tightly, squeezing like it would alleviate the burn in my heart. If anything, it only seemed more fresh.

Unravelling completely. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Don’t hate me…. I didn’t mean it, I didn’t.” I sound like a broken child, vulnerable and small, wiping my face clumsily with the back of my knuckles, and crying when I see more blood smeared across them. Unable to face what I’ve done to him and breaking my heart at the same time. So much remorse washing through me, shame, regret at everything I’ve done.

“Now you’ll carry my claim where no one else can see it but you can never forget.” Tears spill down my cheeks, not from pain or fear, but from shame that burns hotter than any touch. Because he’s right. Because I let this happen. Because I dared to even think about another man when Efrem has given me everything—his name, his protection, his twisted version of love that’s the only thing keeping me alive in this world.

I looked down at my bandaged hand, the throbbing pain nothing compared to the shame that was now consuming me whole. The shame was a hot, heavy blanket, smothering me. I leaned back into the chair, my head in my hands. My mind was a war. On one side was this gut-wrenching regret, picturing the look on Sheila’s face when she found out about that other girl. I’d been such a bastard. Such a colossal, stupid jerk.

I crawl onto my bed and kicking off my shoes. I pull myself in a small ball on the bed. My heart feels as empty as this apartment, surrounded by the remnants of my shattered heart. Tears streams down my cheeks, leaving behind a trail of heartache and despair. I grab my phone and dial Shane. I need him to shout at me. "Hey, girl." I fight back the tears as Shane picks up. "Shane." "What happened? Did that mother fucker do something to hurt you. I'll kill him, I swear."

And after last night, after him, I was the weakest thing alive. The grass was still damp beneath my bare feet. I didn’t care. Each step away from the packhouse felt like breathing again, like maybe I could scrape off the shame clinging to my skin. But shame doesn’t wash off. It burns. It burns hotter than tears. Every whisper, every laugh from the night before echoed in my head. Bethelina ’s voice, sweet and venomous,still slithered through my thoughts. Did you really think the Moon’s mistake could make you his equal?

Till It Hurts - Yellow Claw 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 Shame? I am extremely embarrassed, because I was shocked that my mother could say that. I think I want to wrap my face with the condom earlier. Embarrassing!