OLIVIA
I got to my car with a wounded soul. I was too heartbroken to drive.
The hot tears gushing down my eyes succeeded in ruining my makeup. What was left of me was my natural face that had been dented.
I tried to drive out but couldn't. I find myself being laid back a couple of times already.
A voice said to me, “You're not going to sit back and watch your life get destroyed, would you? Call Cyril and put an end to this madness.” I wasn't sure what voice that was or if it meant well to me.
Somehow, I was forced to believe the voice as I picked up my phone to call Cyril over the phone.
Twice I called, and not for once did he respond. I didn't feel bad because I knew he wasn't going to answer the phone immediately after what had happened between us in recent times.
Just when I thou
