I was too heartbroken to even do anything at the moment. I just sat on the couch, rested my chin on my palms, while my elbow sat on my thigh, sobbing incessantly.
"Please would you at least take a cup of coffee, you haven't eaten anything since. You'll only make yourself weak." Caramel pleaded, holding a cup of coffee to me.
CaramelI took a slice of bread and applied butter to coat it, folding it into two and driving it into my mouth, biting off the part that was enough to be in my mouth at once.
It was getting dark already and I guessed it was time to go home."Justin, I think I have to go now." I said to him politely with a smile.
CaramelWas this a dream or something? How could all these have happened? Mitchell was not just some pretending bitch but also a… murderer?
CaramelThe pain I was feeling was unexplainable. My stomach hurt. My whole body was destabilized, I was feeling dizzy as my head's spinning grew worse.
Eve"...in the name of the Lord, Jesus Christ, may our prayers be answered and may their souls rest in perfect peace ." The pastor ended his sermon with a prayer.
JustinI stormed into my house, harshly pulling my suit off and flung it over a chair.
THREE MONTHS LATERJustin
I dried my hair with a towel harshly, in an attempt to get the water from it dried to the towel.I looked at my bed and my clothes were neatly arranged and ironed on it. It was fremd because it was something I definitely didn't do.