"It was words that I fell for. In the end, it was words that broke my heart." ~ Lang Leav, Memories.
A U R O R A
My eyes slowly fluttered open as I stared blankly at the ceiling without bothering to look around. Not less than three seconds ago, I came to my senses, and I was already in denial. Not wanting to see, feel, or think.
I didn't need to look around to realize where I was. It was Sam's room, and I was lying on her soft queen-sized bed because the nauseating aroma of coconut and vanilla assaulted my nasal passages.
The woman has an unhealthy attachment to strong fragrances.
"How are you feeling?" Sam appeared in the periphery of my vision as I winced and tried to avoid.
Pity was something I refused to accept in any circumstances. Even when I turn ninety and f*****g invalid. A
