- MAYRA'S POV
- "Do you know those pathetic moments when all you could ever wish was to run away from yourself? Yep. That's what I feel every single day to just disappear from my sick life. You know Mayra I want to die. I don't deserve to live. I -I feel like a waste of space." Tara said and hiccupped, clutching my arms tightly.
- I frowned at her low words about herself. Due to tears her face has now makeup imprints at several places and her eyes were puffy red. She looked little difficult with pale face reflecting how weak she's feeling.