Bullets

Everyone has an undesirable aspect of their memory they'd kill to forget — mistakes were something ever being made, but some were too painful to be recollected.

Crossing paths with Francess was something Tessa prayed, wished, hoped, and cried to never do. She never wanted to see that dark-haired lady again, since it'd just kick the lid of a likely to erupt volcano.

As predicted, it did, and presently, Tessa wanted to disappear from the face of the Earth like three years ago.

Yet, that wasn't possible, and this time, there was nowhere she could run to; her past was here to haunt her.

Shedding tears in the presence of another was an act she barely did. Those who saw her cry were the closest to her, and Doreen wasn't, yet she couldn't contain her feelings that much.

“I'm… I'm sorry.” Tessa sniffed, multiple balls of tears continuously rolling down her cheeks while being stared at by the handsome man sitting some distance beside her.

She predicted he'd be angered by her constant change of