My father passed away, leaving a hole in my heart.
I thought I could fill it with love until I heard her say to her best friend outside the storage room: "Who would like someone like him?"
I swear I will never have such stupid dreams again.
Until she appeared - the female convenience store clerk, tilted her head and looked at me, and pierced all my disguises with one sentence:
"Are you lacking love?"
Purpose: True salvation comes from sincere connection with others and self-reconstruction.