CHAPTER 15: ZANDRO

"THE PRECIOUS MEMORY OF CASSIDY"

WATCHING THE sun setting behind the thick group of Cumulonimbus clouds; the shaft of lights also called the crepuscular rays were now radiating in every part of the peaceful sky but inside Zandro's chest, there is no peace left. It's always the void that's growing wider and wider each day, the loneliness is a foe that is always there for him to fight. But what keeps on hurting him more is the memories that never left his head despite how busy, how sleepy or drunk he was.

After signing the last paper from the pile on his table, Zandro dragged his back on the backrest of his swivel chair, he shut his eyes tightly as he let his long fingers dance against his temple.

It's been quite a long and tiring day yet, he doesn't feel like going home because dealing with his thoughts and loneliness, also faking his niceness towards that stupid Monroe will get him more exhausted for sure.

Ugh! That girl is getting him into trouble every freaking chance possible. Not