LOVE TRIUMPHS

As Hazel walked slowly into the office, her eyes swollen in red. People were asking her what was wrong but she couldn't speak. She headed straight into her office, dropped her bag on her desk and collapsed into the couch at one side of her office. Tears welled down slowly as she remembered everything single thing that had happened. It was so difficult for her to keep up the act but she knew that her friend was always right. She picked up her phone and dialed Clara's number. It rang and rang but there was no response. Hazel tried it severally and when there was no answer she dropped her phone and sank back into the couch. Just then, the door to her office opened. She looked up and saw the receptionist walking over to her.

"Good morning Ms. Willoughby."

Hazel stood up gently, trying to feign a welcoming smile but she failed. "Good morning ma'am." She responded, her voice hoarse and cracking.

"Are you okay?" The receptionist hurried to her and held her by her shoulder.