My eyes fluttered open at the first crack of dawn. Heavy, groggy, tired, swollen, one look at me, and anyone could tell that I had spent the whole night crying. I pushed myself up, managing to hold back from falling off Celine's high bed where I had found the comfort to drown myself in my sorrows.After the long drive, I gave the driver a handsome tip to drop me off on the sidewalk, telling him I would go back home on my own. He seemed skeptical but obliged after I gave him another heavy wad of bills from my purse. Bribery had never been a way of mine, but tonight there was no zest for virtue, just the aching, overwhelming need to getaway.An hour's walk brought me to the one place, the one person whose shoulder was always ready to carry the heavy brunt of my tears.Without knocking, I pushed the door front door open, thankful that I had walked in before she and Alexander went beyond the kissing stage. I already felt guilty for ruining one happy occasion tonight, I was not about to rui
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