Probably because I'm used to being used and betrayed, I didn't break down this time.

I no longer cried as a rebellion as I did when I first saw the cruel nature of life, because I learned that tears are useless. I didn't argue, I didn't make a fuss, and I didn't shed a tear.

I just calmly left, walked back to the ward in silence, took off my shoes, laid back down on the bed, and pulled up the covers to cover my head.

I was a little calmer than I expected, I didn't even have ...