"That shameless bitch. She must have done master in 'targeting others' men'. Ouite successful, if I may add."
"All knows about that. The south has no self awareness. Not even a bit of shame. Look at how she walks around the office, as if she had done nothing wrong."
"I done even want to see her face. It brings misfortune to me..."
The two 'ladies' kept on going as if the person they were speaking of weren't even sitting next to them. But, the surprising fact is that the person didn't seem to be bothered by their words. It was as if they had no effects on them. Or do they? Maybe she just got used to it. Maybe not?
Leaving the two in the Resource Department, she came out with the file she was sent to retrieve. But instead of going to the President's office, she went to the wash room. She was sure she had already acclimatised herself to the 'thunderous' change in her life. It had, after all, developed from bad to worse and on the way to become the worst.
What names had she been called since the incident? Whore, slut, cunt, courtesan. Some even calls her Succubus, a demon who sucks energy from getting sexual pleasure. Does this have no effect on her? It does. It hurts. It pains her to the extend that she fell no pain anymore. But, the tears seemed to like from her grey orbs as she hide in the small box of the building.
'Why do you even cry when there's no one to wipe it for you?'
Indeed. She had nobody call her own. Friends? She doesn't even know what friends mean anymore. Her family? Does saying that she was called a mistake clear the doubt. And those whom she considered her family simpy pushed her to hell. Lover? That's the whole reason why her life is drown is the tears of Misery.