Love of the Man Arogan
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Arletta woke up from her sleep, she looked at the clock, it turned out that the clock had shown at 6 pm.
After his conversation with Zidan, He decided to go to sleep and he did not expect that he would sleep that long. He got up from his sleep, then sat himself in bed and after that his eyes looked forward.
Every waking up, somehow he always felt tight and always felt foreign. He always tries to forget everything. But this felt strange, every time he woke up, he always felt tightness by himself. There is no cause without effect.
Sometimes, he always felt like ending his life because he could not accept the burden he was carrying. Without Arleta realizing it, it was his subconscious reaction. When he tried to forget everything. But he did not want to share his wounds with anyone including the psychiatrist who treated him.
In fact, when consulting with a psychiatrist, Arleta did not reveal what she felt. He simply answered her, which is why Areta is so hard to heal..
Before he got hit by anything bad. He was used to keeping everything to himself, which is why he did not reveal to anyone what he felt even though it was to the psychiatrist who treated him
Perhaps if Arleta would share her pain or express all her grievances, she would not feel this kind of tremendous suffering .But unfortunately, Arleta was too caught in the wound. Sometimes, the wound gets worse.
After a long silence, Arleta got out of bed. Then walking to the bathroom, he picked up a towel then to refresh himself.
While in the bathroom, he filled the bathhube with water. When entering the bathube, Alrleta does not turn off the tap, until the water continues to flow.
After sitting for a long time, Arleta extended her legs, then laid her body on a bathube filled with water and she drowned herself.
He hugged his legs and hugged his knees, soaking while daydreaming. For some reason, the pain is getting worse
After a long silence, Arleta immediately rose from the bath, then he put on a towel, he came out and put on his clothes.
After eating the clothes, Arleta stared blankly ahead. He took his coat, then came out of his room. His mind was still empty. he felt he needed to, go somewhere to calm himself.
And this is where Arleta stands, in front of the cemetery. Honestly speaking, when he came out of the mansion, he endured an extremely intense fear. He was afraid, his brother forbade him and was afraid because the funeral of his parents had many wounds.
Arleta looked around. Silent, without a single person. He hugged his body because the cold air was so piercing, that it reached his bones.
Arleta sighed, then exhaled. Lie, if Arleta isn't afraid. But, he could no longer resist his longing. He also could not continue to hold tightness, until finally, he preferred to go to the grave of his parents and he felt, he could only spill his complaints in eating his parents.
The gate, the cemetery was open, a sign that there were no guards watching, Arleta walked in with super slow steps, because her legs were still numb.
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