She sighed having recounted everything, "But even that wasn't so bad compared to what happened after..."
Dante could hear the overwhelming pain in her voice. Even he felt himself waver. He could tell that she wasn't acting. This pain of hers was genuine. Dante couldn't say a word, but could only listen to her as she continued.
"I had finally decided to give life a chance again because a bookstore owner promised me I would never be alone again. But it was all a lie. Eventually he got married and was busy with his family. Then my only true friend went to college and slowly stopped contacting me as well... I got a job at a car dealership which was great until...."
She trailed off and paused for a moment. Dante listened intently to her story but soon felt his head swimming. Was this really such a story she had invented on her own? If so, why did it sound so convincing?
