Emotional breakdown
Joana pov
The phone rang repeatedly, but I never picked up. My eyes were swollen with tears; they itched me so badly.
Zein made me love him, and now he decided to dump me?
He didn't only dump me but rubbish me and made me a laughingstock.
My breath was faint. I could no longer cry, no matter how hard I tried.
Even Milan wasn't calling or picking up his call.
"What if that wasn't Zein on the phone call?" a small voice whispered in the back of my mind, and I hissed, gnashing my teeth.
I wasn't drunk or hallucinating. That was Zein over the line talking.
I walked to the kitchen and tried to cook, but paused, grinding my teeth and gnawing at the inside of my mouth.
I took in a deep breath and tilted my head back to push back the fresh tears that were threatening
