"You don't have to believe it and if you can than believe one more thing and that is, my life was worst at a point. It was worse than yours and I couldn't get over it and even now, I am living with it".
Cynthia let out a sigh. For a moment a deep silence conquered the atmosphere since telling him more was hard.
"Just know that, your life is not meaningless even now so, live on. Don't think about giving up. Take your time and think about it". She got up. There were no more words she had left to utter in front of him.
As she was about to leave, she heard Roel getting up in a rush and stumbling so, she turned back.
"Why?" he heaved and stood properly, "Let's say that I believe you, so why did you help me. be honest".
"I already told you. My life at a point was worst than you. Looking at you reminded me of the time when I needed help the most but couldn't get any. So honestly, I was trying to help myself by helping you. That's the truth".
