29. You can talk to me.

TASHA

I breeze past the offices, racing towards the only quiet dark place I have in my mind to seek solitary comfort. It may not be one of the fanciest places, but it will give me the silent solace I need right now.

Reaching the door of the storeroom, I push it open and barge inside, meeting a stark darkness that matches my anguish inside. I bang the door shut behind me and latch the door bolt into place.

My hand brings out my phone from my bag and turns on the torchlight. I search the wall behind me for the light bulb switch of the room. After finding it, I turn on the switch. The white bulb light illuminates the small room instantly, but it does not eliminate the dark sorrow flowing within every single vein and bone of my body. I turn off my phone's torchlight, my legs wobbling. I sink to the floor, bowing my face in-between my hunched up legs, my tears streaking down my cheeks.

I have been such a fool. A big massive stupid fool. I loved him with everything I had. I cared for her wi