Continuation Seventeen

What to say, how to say it, how to do it, what to do I can no longer forget the night when I had a headache and slept on the floor all night. I knelt down and begged you for reconciliation. I never dared to think too much of what I thought, but a stranger had no right to say that I was **, that I was naive, that I was ****. I may not realize the seriousness of the matter, so I just asked others to help me. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.