"What's wrong with him?" Pop turned to me in question.
"Go and ask him yourself." I stood from the chair and stormed out of the dining, the same way my Sly did.
However, I didn't enter the parlour because I know that's where he will be in. I decided to go upstairs to my room.
Presently, my heartfelt heavy. I don't know what to think. I don't know what to believe.
Deep down, I know I have no reason to think my boyfriend is cheating on me. But at the same time, I can't help but think that he might be lying to me.
Maybe Pop was right. That female surely has an agenda in mind. And Sly is only dancing to the tune of the music she's playing.
I plopped down on the bed as my mind went all places. It was as if my mind doesn't want to stay in a place. It kept on running around the place with no plans of stopping.
"God."
What's this now?
