I take my heels off after I massage the sides and the soles of my sore feet.
I then pick up my cone heels from the ground, as I start to stride along the sidewalk.
I didn't receive any replies to any of the messages I sent to Kyle. I called but it only went straight to his voicemail.
I know that I should not overreact because something might got a hold of him but the disappointment didn't get past me.
I thought there wouldn't be any second time, like what happened in the past,
but I was wrong.
The soles of my feet graze the asphalt ground.
The train of my thoughts traces way back to a similar setting that happened to me a year ago.
While patting my skirt nervously, I turned my head from side to side looking around the amusement park.
I was in the middle of the square eagerly ho
