Love me, love me not, I still feel special in every way.
I got home that day, feeling dejected and weak. How on earth was I used as p**n for their chess game, I feel frustrated at this point, so all along Edwin was just trailing me just to pay back his promise towards Tony’s brother and what did I do to this Tony of a guy that will warrant such actions towards me, I pondered over all these thought piling up as I walked sluggishly up the stairs to my room, my forehead was pounding like a mortar arguing with the pistol on a particular direction.
I slumped on my bed but was unable to sleep, my threshold couldn’t contain the shocker I got from Desmond's conversation, it was as if karma was playing games at me knowing whether I stepped on someone else’s toes some time ago which I can’t rememb
