Chapter 17: One Last Cry

Ana's Point of View :

Hi, I am Allessana Chandria Gomez a.k.a Ana. I am 18 years old and like Twaine I am also a 2nd year college nursing student. Obviously, we're classmates.

We just finished our intrams so we went back to school again.

I smiled as I greeted Twaine with my tight hug but she didn’t seem to be on herself.

I could see the sadness in her angelic eyes. I knew she had a problem. However, she is not the type who will tells you her problems. She would rather keep her problem to herself than tell to us.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked her.

"H-huh? Nothing." She said smiling. Tsk! She's good there—in pretense.

"Twaine, I'm your friend aren't I? Don't say nothing because I know there is." She just stared at the emptiness before letting out a series of sighs.

"I just realized that it's so hard being alone." she said laughing but I could see the watering in her eyes.

Because there is no prof. so I stood up and held her hand.

"Come with me." I told her while still holding her