Prologue.

“Agnes! oh my God. You look...”

Marie shifts from her chair staring at me like I was plastered an alien look on my face. No matter how I tried to conceal my bugs this morning, I couldn't hide them. My eyes were still bloodshot from crying the whole night .

I scurried my body forward tired already of the remaining one meter or so.

“Is it that obvious,?” my voice is almost a whisper as I set my bag on my mahogany desk.

“Totally,” She shouts standing and walking towards me. The last thing I want right now is questions about what happened yesternight.


I lip smile, the process hurting more than the heartbreak. The...