It was three in the morning but I couldn't force myself to sleep. I stared up at the ceiling as I tried my hardest not to burst into tears. Frank was getting married tomorrow. After tomorrow it's all over. He's gonna marry Jamia and not me. You would've thought that I was the one getting married by how anxious I was.
I nearly jumped so high I fell out of my bed when there was a knock on the fire escape window in my bedroom. I walked over, seeing Frank standing outside of it. I opened it immediately and Frank crawled in.
“Oh Gee, baby,” Frank muttered.
He held my face with both my hands as he leaned down to kiss me. My arms wrapped around his neck desperately as he moved to hold my hips, walking me back towards the bed.
I promised myself this would be the last time between us.
Fran
