❛❛ IN WHICH he cheated on her,
and she finally accepts.❜❜

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CAPÍTULO TRES

THE PSALM OF BIRDS CHIRPING in the morning is one of those rare occasions to happen on a beautiful summer day. The summer rays shining upon the small village, light seeping though the windows and warming up your face or the side you sleep on, making you feel cozy and relaxed. However, imagine dating someone who you thought loved you, turned out to be using you, satisfy their own pleasurable desires that fulfilled their growing lust.

That is what happened to one young woman. Here's her story.

❛❛ I always knew he was going to cheat on me. It was kind of like this nagging feeling that has been happening for a while in my boob, but I still chose to ignore it. However, he started acting more aggressive - which didn't shock me since that was part of his personality trait. Trash talk being the language he often spoke .❜❜ His girlfriend spoke, in fact, she wouldn't even call herself that - a horrible title since the man she dated for the past three years, turned out to be a womanizer. A young and thirsty male who only seeker for sexual pleasure and desire.

He was a lustrous, young and immature, silver haired and magenta eyed specimen who only fought for one thing; attention. That boy craved it. He fed on receiving, not giving - only liking things going his way and not the other. To him, he felt like he was allowed to do anything - at least that's what he thought. Men his age constantly cheat on their lover, and said lover still stayed with them and were supportive- so he wanted that too.

He cheated and cheated, thinking his lover would be by his side and encourage him. Nevertheless, he openly exposed himself and received the following words, making the atmosphere more thicker than it already was.

❛❛ I can not do this anymore. Being with you has hurt my esteem mentally. My body is aching from having to carry all the lives you have told me. You claim that you love me, but still go behind my back and sleep with other women? Very insensitive of you - but, you are Hidan - that Immortal bastard who believes in Jashin.❜❜

The silver haired male, Hidan, widened his eyes, slowly narrowing them at the young girl that stood before him. He could see how emotionless her eyes were, compared to her usual bright and glimmering eyes. Her skin paler then usual, dark circles around her eyes seemed to have darkened over time - a different contrast to how her once golden undertone complexion had radiated. She looked like a different person and never once has he noticed or took safeguard towards her condition.

❛❛ I honestly don't think this could happen, but in the near future or so, we should meet up on the hill and start over.❜❜