C42 CHALLANGE

The wounds from the exit were still open. Since the night he said farewell, there have been six weeks of anguish. He had finished lusting for me, leaving me ripped, damaged, and crushed. However, wasn't that intended to improve me as a person?

The evening he left had turned into a catastrophe. The final words had stunned me so severely that they were firmly imprinted on my brain's cells