"How was your day yesterday?"
Darren sighed and stared curiously at the vase on the round table in front of him. Studying the way it was formed. Well, not really.
He's just staring to excuse himself not to be so hopeless and looking like he's been struck by lightning. His hands on his lap grip his knee and began to think like an idiot. The last time he acted like this was when he didn't know the answers to his Calculus homework but even then, it was tolerable.
He sees that some things make you bawl your eyes out, others make you stare to the unknown, and often, things can make you blush and question your own heart. For who is it beating for?
That's his dilemma right now.
Who the hell is his heart really beating for?! For him to keep him alive or gosh! Come on, brain cells. Do your work.
He just needed one thing and that's forgiveness but he didn't realize he also needed another one.
