Before Sandy could open her eyes, a continuous knocking on the door had startled her. She hadn't slept well last night as her mind was alive and had been overthinking. No matter how much she composed herself and tried to fix it, there was nothing she could do besides being stuck and feeling betrayed. She wanted to cry hard until she lost her strength, but couldn't shed a tiny bit of her tears. Ironically, her whole world had gone extremely heavier than she had ever been. She doesn't feel like being able to lift it by herself.
"My, my. You look awful, such a terrible sight to see early in the morning. Perhaps, a hot chocolate coffee would help?" Anastasia gave her the other cup. She sipped hers slowly while looking at Sandy who nearly looked like a zombie. But her whole expression was voi
