Derek,
I looked at my reflection in the mirror and wanted to throw up from what I was seeing.
I looked so tidy and handsome in my suit and even though I hadn’t been discharged from the hospital since long; I looked like I was perfectly fine.
As if I was happy and willing to be here, the epitome of the happy fiancé who can’t wait to tie the knot and start his new barely awaited life with the woman he loves.
I snarled at my reflection and my fist rose to punch the mirror, but I stopped myself before I was able to do it.
I will just hurt myself and raise people’s curiosity about what might have happened to cause this, especially if I hurt my hand.
The door opened, and Richard walked inside holding two glasses of something in his hands.
I turned around and snatched one, gulping it quick
