"When a friend of Abigail and John Adams was killed at Bunker Hill, Abigail's
response was to write a letter to her husband and include these words, 'My bursting
heart must find vent at my pen.'"
– David McCullough
"Where are you going Rin?" Asked by a familiar baritone voice whom I missed so much.
My heart starts beating like a drum inside my chest, as the world starts to move in slow motion. I turn around with teary eyes, before looking at the man wearing a cute made apron while holding a tray of cookies in his hands.
"Sean..." I utter in a very low voice, almost whispering.
He looks at me, with a sweet smile plastered on his pretty face, before putting the tray above the mini table and start facing me while spreading both of his hands, gesturing me to give him a big hug.
