Naomi's POV,
I looked out of my open window, stared out as some cars passed by from the road in front of Jason's house, trying stop the hiccups and tears flowing down my cheeks.
The coffee in my hand was getting colder by passing seconds but I didn't have even the slightest desire to drink it. It was bitter, like the world.
I sniffed and rubbed my red nose with the sleeve of my sweatshirt. Why was the world so cruel? What was happening in the world? Everything was wrong, everyone was sad, even the atmosphere seemed gloomy.
A soft breeze started, the evening wind coming in my room and blowing the pages of the book that was lying on the floor.
I turned my head towards it at the rustle and glared at it. I hoped it would burn and turn into ashes.
Curse JoJo Moyes for killing Will Trayno
