Chapter thirty two

Chapter 32

Lying on the bed staring at the 7 inch ceiling decorated with a nice work of aesthetics, I could only imagine the grid of suggestions Tiffany would bring to the table to spice up the whole room. I could not speak nor feel the pain that was draining my breath. I did not know how but drops of tears kept rolling from my eyeliner down to my cheeks, I could not bring myself to recognize the direction at which the pain had engulfed me so much that I produced those tears running down. I knew. I knew she was not coming back, I just wanted her to style me once more, for her to tell she puts on me seems to look stunning on me. She was already planning her 21st Birthday party. Tiffany believed so much in birthdays especially those that came with special entourage, but now sadly she could not turn 21 after all. She just died and left everything, absolutely everything.

“But why, why” I kept asking myself or possibly the universe, as that night the world looked unfamiliar and through my