At Your Mercy, Dear Friend

Trinity chuckled watching Kehlani toss another squeezed paper into the trash can, a frown marred her very beautiful features. It was kind of funny watching ‘Cambridge Legend’ fumble over something so easy. She had met Kehlani at a workers retreat years ago, though they hadn’t been workers. She had been there to interview some distinguished guests present that day, while Kehlani was in charge of doing a review of the retreat. She and Kehlani hadn’t immediately clicked, especially with Kehlani calling her a ‘Color accident’ and sincerely Kehlani was intimidating. Kehlani was perfection, always calm, collected and everything under her was nothing less than perfect and then she suspected Kehlani of being a ‘Witch’, she was just so creepy. And then Kehlani won the writing and creativity competition the school organizes, three times in a row. Her interest in Miss Perfect increased. Everyone adored her, boys literally bowed at her feet and the lecturers all adored and respected her. She so

Kehlani sucked in a deep breath, as she stepped out of her cooped up house, looking around cautiously and immediately her eyes met with neighbors from the house next door they gave her that knowing look before giving her a forced smile then continued their jogging. She knew she was the hot topic. She mostly was. They all knew and they didn’t try to hide too, always giving her looks, turning their head to whisper and then the pity, the sickening sympathy. She tore her gaze from them and began down the lane. It was a little early leave for school but she needed the escape, especially before her father woke up. She glanced up and watched Trinity run down the lane to her, she increased her pace. Trinity offered her a small smile between pant, not trying to hide that she was scanning her body. Trinity's eyes stopped on her face, her right cheek to be precise. She had applied some make up at that spot but it seemed she did a terrible job. She opened her mouth to say something, what exac

Kehlani played with the sponge in the soapy water, twirling it around in the water. Today was exhausting, from the loads of work at school and not to talk about ditching what she should be entirely focused on now, the romance novel. She hasn’t made any more attempt after that day she submitted trial two and got the same remark, but Trinity was benefiting from it, sold both failed romance novel to some guys in her department, who apparently needed it for…she couldn’t remember because she never really paid attention to the details when Trinity was told her about it, it was certainly the least of her concerns now. These past two days for her had been with little sleep, and it’s all thanks to the guilt she was dealing with over what she did to blue eyes. Normally she always had all her emotions intact, but not this time it seems the guilt was eating her up, messing with her head. And yesterday she had passed that same path twice hoping she would run into him and apologize for being rude