It's been a month now, since Ken started avoiding me. No more going out together, no more eating or sleeping together.
We don't even really get to talk, we just greet each other. Even when I try to start up a discussion,he just snobs me, and walks away. He now spends a lot of time in his music room, that's the other room in the house, and he's pretty good at writing down lines. I ask him to write me a song some day.
I was reading a digital book on w*****d, on my phone, when there was a knock on the door. Our house help walked in, when I gave the permission to come in.
Good day small madam.
Yeah, Peggy how may I help you?
You have a visitor, he said he's a friend of yours.
Alright, I'll be down in a giffy, thanks.
wonder how the hell is that, must be Sam, because I ain't got n
