Inaya slammed the door of her room after entering inside. She aggressively removed her watch and threw it on the bed. She was angry. Angry at his behaviour and lack of response.
"I should have never talked to him!" She huffed, sitting on the bed.
Her eyes stared at the wall across as she pulled her legs together and curled her hands around it. She was excited. Inaya wanted to talk to him. She hated him for being himself but she cared. Her eyes automatically watered after having kept her eye lids open for a long moment now.
"He could never change. People like him don't change at all." She muttered, gritting her pearly whites together.
He seemed to be lonely. Everything about him said a sad story. Every inch of his face described forever loneliness. Riyan had been bad to her always, but
