Frog Oc Mga Nobela at Kwento

A little too well-timed to have come from the sky. Grace Marks had said the morning clouds looked like angels hanging their laundry. And by then I was feeling a little like Grace Marks myself, because what woman on this good earth had ever gone madder? The rain was a little like they were marching. Carrying a coffin in a funeral parade. And I didn’t have the thought that it was my coffin until a dark crow landed to preen on the hood of Damon’s car. A good omen. Except a stout magpie landed by its side. Because father used to sing to me: one for sorrow, two for mirth. Three for a funeral, four for a birth. And this perfect pair of life and death opened their beaks in the spots of clear glass

I really need to face and accept the truth. *** I open again my F******k and change my status in the invitation. I made my decision I will attend the reunion. Charles and Lieo are right, I need to face it. Not just for me but most especially for Andrew. I just hope that everything will be okay. That nothing will change. I was browsing my F******k account when I receive a friend request. I click it to see who sent the request. My heart suddenly beat faster the moment I knew who the person is.