"Hazel, please come back to me. We were once inseparable," he pleaded, clutching the hem of my dress. His earnest plea echoed through the room, but I couldn't help but feel a trace of sarcasm. "That was then. I've found my ideal partner now," I whispered, turning away as I gently freed my skirt from his grasp. --- In her quest for the perfect man, Hazel discovered an imperfect one. Fuelled by a burning desire for revenge, she embraced her pain, using it as a weapon against her sister. The question remains: Will Hazel find the courage to expose her hidden wounds to the world, or will she continue to suffer in silence, maintaining a smile despite the agony she carries within?
