The last look

My eyes immediately became watery. Gears threatened to call from my eyes. As much as I was trying my possible best to avoid tearing up, I couldn't still help it than to allow the tears that were treating me to fall peaceful

All my hope had been shattered, even though I didn't expect much from him I still felt that he was going to be a bit nice to thank me for the unpaid service I did for him yesterday, but instead, he choose out of all other things too, to be rude.

"Why do you like to always cry, is it something you were born to do?" He asked in a very sarcastic tone.

I hate to admit the fact that I was crying, but that was the ink thing I could dot the moment, cry. I was heartbroken and my hopes had been shattered. The only thing people in that state do is cry, very out of their eyes.

The moment he asked me that question, I immediately forgot what brought me there.

"Was I meant to say I came to check up on him or say I came to dress his wound" After all I came to do the two a