The last night, he exposed me with a lie.

Was it love? I can’t really say. That man walked up to me in the park at dusk, with a faint, nonchalant smile, and said he would take me around the world. When he spoke, there was something in his eyes that was simply impossible to refuse. As if pulled by some invisible force, I followed him step by step into this hotel. It wasn’t until he sat on the edge of the bed and looked me over with the kind of eyes one uses to inspect merchandise that I began to feel a chill running down my spine. He didn’t want my love; he was checking his goods.