I still have a heavy heart when I get up, I have no appetite and my body is weakening as if something has fallen on my body. I also have a fever.
When I came down, there was breakfast on the table. Wait who cooked? Ah, I'm with my BFF. I fell asleep last night on the sofa and he moved me to my room. I opened the food lid on the table and saw a letter.
'I didn't wake you up, we have a meeting in Baguio so I will be gone for a week, take care of yourself, and don't think about your worthless ex. That’s a command’
I folded his letter again. I had no appetite and lay down on the sofa. I picked up the cellphone on the center table because someone was calling.
"Hello, who is this?" I answered lazily. I coughed. Haist!
"Are you sick?"
"Christoff...?"
"Yeah, it's me. Hold on honey, I'll be
