Ava
I want to cry. I hate to see the state Elena is now. I’m pained I can’t do a thing to make her feel better or rectify the mistakes.
I park in front of my mansion, it’s black out nobody get to know if I’m in the car or not. I couldn’t wait to be in my room before I let it out and free myself from the tightness in my chest.
I pull out my phone from my bag, I want to check on Elena if she is better now. I cannot help her, but all I can do now at this point is check up on her and give her the shoulder to cry on. When I do that, I feel a little better. She doesn’t pick, then I send a text instead.
*Elena Deloris*: Best, are you okay ? You can talk to me if you need to. You will feel better.
I wait for a reply for the next five minutes but she doesn’t. Maybe she’s asleep.
I grab my ba
