Two months had passed since the the incident at the hotel and as expected, Nicholas Larry hadn't showed up yet, it was difficult to even accept the fact that I was in such a trivial situation.
It isn't the kind of thing one would take to the heart, but I have a mild headache, and it kills me. I have fallen into depression, it hasn't been quite easy dealing with myself, and it fucks me to hell just thinking about it.
A knock from the door, and I saw my mom pop her head inside.
We had changed our house late last month, it wasn't as easy as she would think, but damn! again, that isn't what they all do or say, but she is going to complete such trivial roles, not the easy go.
"Hey!" she muttered out faintly pulling me to consciousness.
My eyes widened in shock, and I push aside to let her sit close to me.
"I am sorry," I let out.
