I was still in the middle of it.
The feeling of having found the least possible.
How offensive!
How painful!
It was what I had said.
To be precise, screamed.
"What is going on here?!', her voice thundered my interruptions. She found my silly body, fallen on her knees, searching for meaning in the lost words.
I was crestfallen, my eyes dripping wet, hopelessly having found my boyfriend's boy band tumble down just after taking two steps forward. My hands shook in affliction. My tender arms were sore and hurt. I was crying. No, a ruined weeping girl.
"Emma~what is it?"
Granny was trying to comfort and inquire at the same time, even though all her questions just got one answer; my muffled complaints.
He did it for me?
Why would he?
Is he that fallen...?
My head gave way.
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