They say that the loveliest angels makes the cruelest demons and my darling,
You were so kind and beautiful before they dragged you to hell.
-c.k.
|Z Y R A|
He didn't let it go. I am in my room hearing the sound of knocking on my door from the other side.
I thought me avoiding him for whole day would help this situation but I guess it only got worse. Because he is now knocking like a mad man. I control the urge to open the door and slap the s**t out of him.
But that would mean confronting him and telling him that what we did last night was the last thing I can afford in my life right now with everything happening around.
The loud sound of him thumping his large hand against the wooden door reaches my ears again and I groan in frustration. I searched for the earplugs Flora bought
