DAVIS
"Who's this?" I asked as a strange number called me, jabbering rubbish, I don't want to speak to anyone right now. I hung up the phone and tossed it over my bed falling into a deep sleep.
"Good morning Sir." Every worker I passed greeted me as I proceeded into the office. I ignored everyone. There's nothing good about this morning when I couldn't sleep well last night.
Natalie called it quits with me. I know that she may be under the weather because of everything that happened. But not taking my calls ever since that day just seems to be so mean!
I wonder what she's doing now. How she's faring without me. Does it mean she could live without me? So all her sweet talks about not being able to breathe without me is a lie.
Or did she quickly move on? MOVE ON! That's just
