Melancholy.
That's how I've been for the past week as the memories come flooding down and rushing my head on what recently happened and what Issac told me.
I haven't spoken to wale and I won't ever speak to him, upon all his trials to talk to me.
How dare he?
How could he be so cruel to play with me with such?
To betray Issac in fact.
And to use me as his puppet.
From that day on I have been melancholy, feeling used and cheated as of what happened.
And not to talk about Issac's father and what he thinks of me. It's hard enough to be the one who is blacklashed, but its a different case to be the one who tells the story.
Such in Issac's case.
I'm the victim here, but I can't help but pity Issac at the same time. I don't want all these neither did I plan for it to happen. It
