Chapter 82 Hands On

• I gulped, even Aunt Matilda stopped at what she said. I scanned the whole view in front of me. City lights, more peaceful compared to NYC. I feel the biting tired of me. I feel like I'm getting numb with all that's happening around me, and this is my escape to feel at peace looking at the skyscrapers.
• That night was a stab in a heart for me. I regret seeing him like that, I regret leaving him kneeling and begging for me to hear him out. I regret saying those words to him but as the words had leapt from my lips, the angered lingered regardless. It hurts seeing an impulsive respected man asking for me and begging for a chance. But one thing I don't regret is making that decision, he was never good for me and so I am.
• And that proved even more to me, the world itself was making way for me to slap the fact that we hurt each other. It's like a cactus asking a balloon for a hug. It just ... It will never work. I look at my screen waiting for Lourd's text but seems like it's impossible right now. I'm sure he knows everything now. And here it is, I received nothing even after bombarding him with messages.