Is Your Friend Or Whatever Married?

“Please God, don't let him come back. Let something keep him away,” Izabelle prayed in her mind as she kept the box of Rosie’s medicines at the side of the bed. It was almost five pm in the evening and she was praying to the almighty that Marcel doesn't return as he promised. He was toying with her feelings and she wouldn't want to fall in love with him again even though she was already falling.

The thing he does to her. How he stares at her and how his tongue usually darted out to lick the corners of his lips. If it continues, he was going to give her a heart attack.

Speaking about the heart. This heart of hers has been stubborn since she met him again. Her heart no longer listens to her. It beats too loudly these days that she feared that if he walks close to her, he was going to hear her heartbeat and that would be so tragic.

“Daddy must be on his way,” little Rosie said as she walked to the bed and lay down on it. Her round big eyes were filled with happiness at the thought of