Fleeting Love
As I got into a taxi, my eyes fell on Ellis across the street, riding in a sports car.
Russell sat in the passenger seat, cradling a huge bouquet of roses.
Wherever the car went, it drew gasps from onlookers.
“Look, the two people in that car are so perfect together. I’m going to upload this on Instagram!”
“Exactly! Their love is so obvious. They must really adore each other.”
Walking against the crowd, those words echoed in my mind, as a sting spread through my chest.
Near the villa, Sandra called me in panic.