He is gone. I reread the note several times trying somehow to fathom the fact that his disappearance has not only put him but me in deep s**t. I'm f****d.
Demetrius probably has a tail of about twenty or so men after him, all armed with massive guns and machetes, eager to kill.
"I can't believe this!" I shouted, crumpling the note and throwing it absentmindely onto the floor. I was too consumed in my own anger and sadness that I didn't even spare him a listening ear when he informed me about his departure.
Instead when I woke in the morning with a throbbing headache and puffy eyes, I was greeted with a bright yellow piece of paper that read:
Dear Sophia,
I know you are very angry with me right now and you have every right to be, but the thought of you hating me and possibly never spea
