After an argument with my father, I immediately left devastated and full of anger, riding my motorbike at high speed to my apartment, then I locked myself there for 2 days without caring that my friend was always trying to open the door, in my mind I still had images of what my bastard father said So, I then smashed the bottle until it broke

"Damn, I should have died, why am I still alive if it's like this?!"

I broke the glass bottle again right over my head until it bled, I don't care about the current condition of my body, until finally I thought of you and groaned softly

"I need you my love"