As usual, I went down to the ground floor and tried to catch his attention. He came closer—closer than he had in a long time. This was it—the moment I was finally going to know the truth. My heart was pounding, louder than ever. I couldn't even speak like I normally would. I looked into his eyes... and saw love. Or at least something that felt like it.
I loved him so much that even if he had betrayed me, I would've accepted it—just so I could keep him. I even told him once, "You can cheat on me, just don't let me find out." What kind of girl says that? Is this how every woman ends up being treated when she loves too much?
Sure, I could've walked away. I could've left, started over, done everything right. But I didn't. I just... couldn't.
We stared at each other in silence. His gaze felt different. It had been so long since he looked at me like that. There was a question lingering in my mind: Why now? Why this look? But I was so overwhelmed by the moment that I forgot to speak. Then—without warning—he pulled me into a hug.
I was stunned. Something was off. Yes, he felt different—warmer, softer—but the timing... the vibe... it was weird.
He didn't let go.
I melted into his arms, surrendering to his warmth. And then, softly, he whispered, "I love you."
My heart skipped a beat.
I whispered back, "I love you too."
And in that moment, I forgot every hurt, every tear, every lonely night. He held me tighter, and I did the same. For a second, it felt like he truly loved me. Does he? Or is this just another act? I pushed the question aside. I made a choice: to stop overthinking—for now—and simply live in the moment.
For maybe three minutes, we just stood there, locked in an embrace like we were the only two people in the world. Then he looked at me and kissed my forehead.
And just like that, I was gone for him again.
I loved him. He was everything I ever wanted. I prayed quietly, Please God, let him stay like this forever.
I was so lost in him.
But somewhere deep inside, a quiet voice asked me: Was my life better before I met him? Before I gave him my body, my trust, my heart… and didn't get that same love back?
Was I just a fool? Or worse... was I a slut?
No. I know who's wrong here. But still, I keep blaming myself. Because I love him.
Love is messed up.
Is this really the life I'm going to live? One where I love blindly and he just… takes?
I'm sure—no, I believe—he's not going to leave me. But even I don't know why I believe that.
And yet… I know the decision is mine to make. Whether we sink or survive—it's on me now.
Keiko is a lover boy. But he's also a liar. A traitor. Why does he make me feel insecure? Why do I have to question every single thing?
I know this all sounds sad—but it's real. It's my truth. I know exactly what I should do... but I just can't.
After kissing my forehead, he held my hands and said, "I love you so much, baby. Don't ever leave me. College is ending soon. After this, I'll talk to my parents about you. We'll move abroad together. We'll live a happy life. And then, one day… we'll get married."
My heart didn't pound with joy this time. It didn't pound at all.
Because this wasn't the first time he said this.
Sure, the hug felt real. But the words? They were too smooth. Too rehearsed. Maybe... maybe he wanted something from me.
Yeah. That thing.
I didn't respond. I just nodded to everything like a good little fool in love.
Then—like on cue—his friend called out, "Keiko! Come here!"
Right at that moment.
How convenient.
Was this whole thing planned? Did he ask his friend to interrupt, to make his exit feel dramatic?
And I—I was just a girl who wanted to be loved. Even if I never got it from my own family, I had hoped he would give me what they never did.
He left after saying goodbye. And I… I forgot to rub my hands.
I forgot the power. I forgot the reason I came. I forgot everything.
I thought, Maybe next time. Maybe I'll ask him then.
But something about the way he said those words… it wasn't love. It felt more like a threat.
Was he planning to hurt me again?
That day, I just went home. No purpose. No drama. Just walked.
I didn't talk to Hana much. She asked if I was okay—I said I was tired. Typical excuse. Easy lie.
My life sounds so boring, doesn't it?I mean, all I really have is: Mom, Dad, my sister, Keiko, and Hana. That's it. Just five people. Five threads holding my entire world together. And if even one of them misunderstood me—if even one of them turned their back on me—then the number of people in my life would shrink again.
Sometimes I wonder…What's the point of having power if you have no one to protect with it?What good is it to be special when all I want is to feel normal, to feel loved?
God gave me this power—but why?Was there a purpose? A reason? Or was it just another one of His jokes?
i suddenly remebered that i needed to ask the thing that day. when he knew who was i talking on the phone. how did he knew about it? i immediately texted him. and after some time he texted me back, and he said me that he came that morning to my house, cause yup my mom knows him and she kinda likes him cause i havent shared her anything about him she only know that he is my boyfriend. and i said him what? you were at my hous? and then he said me that yes it started raining when i was near your house so i asked umbrella with your mom and then i said him that then you should wait for me we could go together. what did i even expect from him at that moment? that we are walking together on a rainy day? he kissing me on the rain? or dancing in the rain? so i just said leave it to him
Because right now… the powerIt doesn't feel like a blessing.It feels like a burden.
I was saying all this to myself—just thinking, questioning, breaking quietly inside—when suddenly, I heard it.
A voice.Sharp. Cold. Familiar.
"What a useless daughter I have!"
My heart stopped.
What could be worse than hearing that from your own mother?
I froze in place.I didn't move. I didn't breathe. I just… shattered silently.
Maybe she didn't know I could hear her. Maybe she didn't care.Either way, the words hit me like a slap across the face.And the worst part? I didn't even get angry.Because somewhere deep inside... I believed her.
I have been falling apart day by day. I know I'm not okay. I know I've changed.
But I'm trying.God, I'm trying so hard to hold myself together—to not let everything crumble.I just... I just wish someone could hear me.Really hear me. Not the words I say out loud—but the thoughts that scream inside.
If I had one wish, it wouldn't be for love, or for peace.
It would be for someone who could hear my thoughts… and not walk away.
For a moment, I thought I hadn't even rubbed my hands—but then how did I hear it? Hear her? Then it hit me—yeah, I did.
And you won't believe what happened next. Seriously, it was insane—mind-blowing, even. Like, no joke, your brain might just short-circuit.