In the bathroom, she was vomiting a mess. I helped her sit down by the wall. She leaned against me and said, "zoe... You know, I think I'm in love with him. I really don't care if he has money or not. I really don't care..."
I looked at her silently and let her rest her head on my shoulder.
"I really love him, but I know he doesn't love me. He has a lot of money and a lot of women, and he doesn't care about me at all..." She whispered, "He is always cold or hot towards me, but I really love him. I don't care that he has other women. I just want to be with him... I just want to be together..."
She kept repeating it in a low voice, and I frowned when I looked at her like this.
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