Diana’s lungs swell, trying their best to help her catch a hold of her breath.
Her body had already been spent and exhausted due to the continuous sorrowful cries that she had experienced the night before. But the next morning did not bring her any rest either.
She was on her toes, running in between places, rushing from one spot to another.
She got off the taxi and ran towards Carla’s restaurant, crossing the street without giving much thoughts to the oncoming cars.
She was honked at by at least two cars and a rung up by a cyclist.
But Diana did not care about her own life.
To her; her friend was in danger and it was her ultimate goal to help her with whatever sources she could.
Diana rushed towards the restaurant’s door, trying to reach for its handle and swing open the door but p
