Faking with Benefits

by Lily Gold

“Ooh. A rich man. Maybe I should go flirt with him instead.”

I should just focus on my work. Maybe one day, I’ll be rich enough to buy a husband.

I used to wish that the grief could hit me all at once. If it was just one massive wash of pain, I could’ve fought through it. Let it make me stronger. But it’s not like that. It’s like a tap dripping, steadily eroding you away. It doesn’t make you strong;

it only ever makes you weaker.