LAUREN ZSANELLE
Harrold remained silent while I’m still laughing as I remember what happened yesterday. “Stop laughing,” he said so I stopped because he’s pissed now. I am about to hug him when a man came in. “Wright,” Harrold said. “How’s Alessana?” Harrold asked him, he smiled at me so I did in return.
“She’s still unconscious. If she won’t awake within 2 weeks there is a tendency that she will fall into comatose,” he said sadly. The room fell into the abyss of silence, no one dares to talk. Until I dare to speak. “What the,” I said and I breathe deeply.
“Ah, I remember. Harrold, Alessana said that you know the man she loves.” I told him and he look at me. “Yeah, why?” he asked me. I gritted my teeth. “That man! He doesn’t dare to show up because I will beat him up using my wedge.”
