Sometimes certain diabolical situations weave themselves on their own accord, forcing us to question said relationships and the people involved in it.
I'd my mind busy with such questioning thoughts, eventually them leading me to the place I'm in now. But standing in front of the closed shop, made me doubt my exhausting presence here at this time of the hour. I wanted to meet the lady. I wanted answers which will make everyone happy. Finding her would repair the relation that years ago turned rough.
I stood disappointed, silently wishing someone to show me my destiny. It became impossible for me to hold back the tears blurring my vision and clogging my throat. My thoughts all over the place. A single word anyone who'd pass me now, would describe the girl standing in front of the bakery a
