It seemed like years ago she cried, that she felt such weight, such hatred. The hatred hadn't subsided but she could say with all honesty she was fine. She couldn't find a word to describe the sensation, the feeling in her chest as she walked down the side of the road. She could even care less about the glances and murmurs around her, she was fine. More than fine! She was great, this must be the love the whole world talked about. This feeling right now that must be it.
"Let's go on a date."
"Today? But I'd rather just stay home with you like this, don't go to work." She whined.
"It's not work, it's Paul."
"Same thing!" She pouted.
"We haven't been on a proper date, come on it'll be fun, we'll go to a remote island just the two of us." Jason stated, enticing her.
"A trip? Can you do it? Stay away from work for more than a day?"
