Amaya sighed as she stares at her reflection, sunken eyes, deathly pale skin, dulled eyes, and visible eyebags. She felt horrible, this time, her condition was worst compared to the morning she woke up to the memory of kissing Marc.
“Makeup do not fail me now,” with a heavy heart to start the day, she gets ready.
Oreo stayed with her the entire night Amaya was lost in her sea of memories. Every time she sobs out, it would rub its face to her cheek and she’d calm down a bit. Oreo gave her the support that could only come from Chet and his mom, who lived quite far away from her apartment.
“Let’s get to work then,” she kisses her feline, hugging longer than necessary then leaving for another day at the office, “I hope he stays away from me today,” it was wishful thinking, knowing what kin
