“We will meet again in summer.” He wrapped his arms around her.
Summer came and went away, his baby came but he did not.
One night she walked into the ocean and never returned.
Thousands of miles away, that night he was sleeping with his lover, a piercing pain woke him up, his forehead was burning, as if someone has branded him with hot iron.
His lover looked at his forehead and walked away from him. It was hard for him to get any woman around him these days with “I use and throw away women” branded on his forehead.