HIDDEN LIES.

The wind was chilly on my skin.

Brooklyn was nothing like California, and the breeze blew harshly against the nearby trees.

I could hear the wind howling and flowing through my clothes.

I felt so cold.

Goosebumps popped up on my skin.

Even though I was wearing blue jeans and a black long-sleeve shirt, it wasn’t helping, and if I wasn’t struggling enough to walk, it would have blown me off too.

I was a lightweight figure.

My red hair flew all over my face. My pointed nose itched, tears streamed down my flushed face and my dark brown eyes.

My little dimpled cheeks hurt, my white, pale skin was covered in goosebumps, my feet hurt from the cold despite the black pointy boots I was wearing, my numb red lips were as cold as ice.

I had to bite them to feel my damn lips.

I was over five feet tall, but my small feet couldn’t even fit properly in my boots.

Do I care?

No! I was tired of everything enough to care about myself right now.

I shouldn’t have left the apartment on this frosty night. Wasn’t I putting my life at risk at this rate?

I don’t care anymore, I just want a car to hit me and throw my body into the woods.

There is nowhere else for me to go. My loved ones have left me. My life was really a mistake.

My parents were right. I should never have been born.

Never.

I have no hope of living anymore. Everything is falling apart. What did I do to deserve this? Why is everyone abandoning me? Is my life so cruel to me because of something I did in my past life or something? Whatever I did in the past is in the past. It doesn’t have to affect me right now.

Damn, I’ve watched too many movies.

Tears dripped down my face as I walked.

It was so painful that my heart shattered into pieces, hurting so badly that it almost ripped out of my chest.

My heart aches.

I cried bitterly with a runny nose as I fell to the ground on my knees.

I struggled, got up with my trembling legs, and walked with no destination in mind.

I kept walking nonstop with tears streaming down my cheeks.

It exhausted me, so I sat down on a bench close to the park.

I sobbed so much and prayed for death to come and visit me.

Why is my world falling apart? What did I do to deserve this?

Noah broke my trust. After everything we’ve been through, I thought we were going to have a happy life together. I guess it was all just a dream.

A fairytale, I presume.

Who knew he had other plans?

He betrayed me and cheated on me with someone else.

I sobbed for God knows how long, and then I felt someone handing me a designer’s pink handkerchief. I looked up and saw a handsome dude beside me.

How long has this stranger been here? I didn't even notice him.

He was incredibly gorgeous.

Blonde hair in a short ponytail, amber eyes, pointed nose, pink lips.

An almond-shaped expression, his white skin appeared muscular and slim. He also had a tiger tattoo on his arm, wearing a white long sleeve that was folded back into both arms. He was wearing black trousers and had his legs crossed, sitting on the bench.

He was also wearing a nice comfortable light black weighted round toe sneakers.

He could have been a celebrity, like those Korean actors on TV.

“You can use this to wipe away those tears, if you don’t mind.” His voice was the most sexy goddamn thing I have ever heard.

Just kill me.

I took it from him. “Thank you,” I muttered.

“You’re welcome,” he said and continued smoking his cigarette. “Go on, act like I’m not here.”

He was quite a gentle dude.

I took the handkerchief and wiped away my tears.

The more they came out, the more I cleaned them off, and my eyes burned with them.

I sneezed so hard, wiping my nose properly, as I stared at the handkerchief and my hands after folding it properly.

“It’s cold, isn’t it?” he asked calmly with concern.

I raised my head, my gaze falling on him. “Yeah, it is,” I agreed.

He smoked heavily, lolling his head and staring up at the sky. I motionlessly stretched out my hand towards him.

He looked at me. “Want a cigarette?”

“Yeah, I want one.”

He barely even knows me.

He took a packet and a lighter from his pocket and handed them to me. I took one from inside and lit it.

I started smoking too.

It’s been so long since I smoked, I thought I was going to quit this habit; it seems like I picked it up again.

“You know how to smoke,” he chuckled. It was more like a question than a statement.

“Huh? Why are you chuckling? Do I look like a child?' I frowned with a slight amusement in my tone.

“You look cute,” he confessed.

“Huh, thanks,” I replied.

“Care to share?” He threw away the one he was smoking and lit up another one.

He smelled so nice.

I looked at his every move. “Share what?”

“What’s bothering you?” he said. “You seem downcast if I may ask.”

“Oh,” I muttered and looked down at my handkerchief. Without a second thought, I blurted out what was on my mind. "Has someone ever cheated on you?” I dreaded the moment I asked.

I should have just kept my mouth shut.

My hands were sweating, despite the cold.

“Everyone gets cheated on at some point. There’s no discrimination,” he answered.

That doesn’t answer my question.

“Really?”

“Huh, huh?” He shrugged his shoulders, staring at the trees with the wind blowing through our clothes.

“Why do men cheat?” I tightly shut my eyes, clutching my hands. “They say they love you, but behind your back, they do the opposite.”

“Men are animals. Visual beings with a lot of fantasies in their heads,” he spoke. “You know it’s harder for a man to control his body than for his heart to have discipline and self-control based on decisions. If he doesn’t have those, forget it. Sometimes, it’s due to unmet needs. Unhappiness, dissatisfaction with the relationship, boredom, and sometimes, they just have no reason. They just want to explore, go on adventures, have fun, fuck with different women, that’s all, I think. That’s why I said, ‘it’s not a mistake but a decision and nothing else.’