I stared blankly on the window as I watched the sky turns to a burning fire as the sun started to set. My eyes are heavy from crying since morning. I haven’t eaten anything and I haven’t talk to my mother yet. I was just crying in front of her, while she listened to every tear that falls on her blouse. She would rub my back, and would often kissed my forehead as she tried to calm me, and comfort me.
All those things that I just heard this morning, I don’t have any idea how would I accept it, much more tell it to Zach. My phones not with me, so I’m very aware that he is worried about me. I can feel that he’s worried about me, but I can’t see him now. Not in this state, and not in this situation. For some reason, I started to regret accepting him, and melting in his arms. I’m starting to
