Falsely Accused
Forty-Five.
Neal
I am seated outside the small hut. The night is dark and quiet. The weather is chilly and the cold is eating directly into my skin. I am shivering a little but I know my skin will get used to the cold. I am watching the stars as was, is and will always be the norm. Every time I think about my sweet Nada, I always come to this spot to watch the stars. This is something we could do more often with my Nada. That girl was, is and will forever be my life.
I honestly don’t understand what is going on but I am a million times sure that I just saw her name written by the stars.
We’ve been on this like forever trying to find our names written by the stars. Is this a good sign? A smile forms on my lips but I wipe it away quickly.
I will be smiling once I am su
