"sono passate due settimane Rafe!." Giana snapped at Rafe who had his head down, as he rubbed his temple with his slender fingers.
(it's been two weeks Rafe!)
Although I didn't like her tone but I still didn't say a thing because I knew she was right, absolutely right.
I had seen it himself, and I didn't like it one bit. Although I felt a part of me break, on the news of her miscarriage, I still didn't loose my mind unlike her.
Although it's been eating me up, that, which has been happening lately, but I still held onto reality, and not succumbed to it. She looks at me like the fire in her eyes has been dowsed with ice water, if anything it makes the vibrant blue more pale, and dull.
I've never been used to it, and it irks me to no end. It feels like, she crawled into some invisi
