"I'm just a mere woman not worthy of being saved. Let me say all these things about me."
She wasn't lying. She was telling the truth. Wasn't she? She might not have been a good lay.
She was crumbling. She couldn't save herself. She was hurting and so she was hurting him too. Only hurt people hurt others. And this was what she was doing.
She was breaking apart. There was no one to catch her. She had no one to lean on. Who would she rely on?
Confusion was better than this clarity.
This clarity was like an inconvenient feeling to her.
She was craving for one more sweet lie or a safe illusion once again.
Suddenly, her rage settled as sadness and helpless once again took over. She looked at him with a soft gaze as if she was about to plead to him.
"I don't think I will be able to survive, " She told him. She wasn't saying that she would be able to defeat the monster who was no one else but her father.
