CHAPTER 67.

PRESENT.

Bullet shot , hitting his chest, then why do I feel a hole in my heart?

Staring at the dim lights of my room, the pitter patter of rain does nothing to calm, I stare at the ceiling, taking deep breaths.

Moving my hands in the air, I look at the scar, left behind in the car crash, that day is engrained in my memory .

Everytime, I smile, the memories flash infront of me, making me think that some kind of curse has fell upon me.

Cause even after all these months, I am imprisoned, with them, with the look in his eyes, when I shot him.

Taking the phone, I open his instagram, millions of people follow him, his page looks perfect, like a fairytale, flashy cars, expensice trips, and wines, with girls hanging around his arms.

My hands tremble, seeing my ring finger empty, it layed in the drawer.

I don’t know why I feel so uneasy, it’s like everything I do, panic envelops me, nervousness grips me and when it’ is time to sleep, I stare at the walls, feeling numb and empty wishing someth