 FOR YOU! You know who you are! :D *Eating chili with Sirius* Red Ninja*Raspberry White Chocolate Mocha
The dark haired woman could barely walk. She stumbled from the Café to a bench near the phone booth. She collapsed on to it with her face in her hands. Usually Medea was much more composed; usually she was cold and shown no emotion. But this was horrible; the feeling in her gut was dreadful.
While her sobs were silent, it was obvious the woman was crying. Sure she still had Noah, and yes she did care for him but he wasn’t Leo Mason. And even at that, what would happen when and if Mason told Noah about them… Well that wouldn’t matter would it? There was never officially a them. If there wasn’t ever actually a ‘them’ why did it hurt so bad?
Medea felt as though her heart was being ripped out of her chest. The woman sat there sobbing, unaware of anyone or anything that might be passing. Although she was sure anyone who saw her would purposely cross the street to get away from her.
Worse.day.ever. |