33. Other than beauty?

Grace-

I dropped Grey and went back home, because I saw him, standing at the door, waiting for me. He was my home.

Our eyes met and my heart palpitated, longing for his warmth. But what’s the point in hoping,

hope is such a negative word,

we hope for things,

and we keep on hoping,

knowing that’ll never happen.

Just like I know, Phoenix and I, we will never happen.

I got down from the car, Luther opened the door for me, however I was too lost, searching for a Grace in Phoenix’s eyes.

A Grace that was gone,33. Other than beauty? he walked inside, he didn’t look at me, like I don’t exist. I believed he’d wait for me but the world doesn’t stop,

if we go to sleep,

if we die.

It moves on as if a leaf had fallen and no one is affected by it, my steps wanted to follow him, my heart wanted to follow him and I did.

“Ms. Grace…” but before I could, Luther stopped me. His head gazing at his toes. “Is something bothering you?”

He questioned sending chills all over my body, did I make it t