I spent the entire day at the library, finishing my final report so I can submit the draft of my Final Year Project by the end of this week. In three weeks I will be presenting my project to the internal and external examiners which means, I don't have time to dwell on my broken heart. I've spent three days moping around like a wingless bird, it's time to continue flying to my destination.
Though I know I'm gonna be mopping the floor with my tears again come weekend. How could he do this? What kind of man dumps a girl by ghosting her. Not even a text!
I was walking at a snail speed from the bus station to my apartment building when I saw that black SUV.
His black SUV.
Kimmie's Washing Board's black SUV.
My heart beats so fast my palms start to sweat that I rub them on my sweather a co
