#Chapter42
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RIVER
It hurts. Finally, I felt excruciating pain. I didn’t feel numb anymore.
I was hurt, and it was clear that Krew didn’t care about me, in contrast to how he said those sweet words when we were together.
I thought I was terrible with men. I gave up.
Thankfully, my girls were the best. For the past three days, I managed to divert my attention from my stupid broken heart to what I loved doing. I managed to adjust my time. I did my gigs at Staple Bar at night, then in the afternoon, I did covers and posted them on my growing subs YouTube channel.
Right now, it was my recording for Whiskey Tennessee cover with Adam with his vast ten million subscribers. I hit fifty thousand subs yesterday and just posted my last endorsement picture a few minutes ago to my twenty-five thousand Ig followers.
Sadly, I hadn’t heard anything from Krew since that day.