*JAY*
Avoiding my bedroom became a novel norm, each time I went to my room, Stephanie's scent tormented me, memories of her in my bed wriggling and struggling with the duvet flickered, her pair of bold green eye, her heart melting scent and her dainty figure. Hence I made my study my abode.
I buried my head in work, made sure all hands were on deck, i drained myself and all other worker.
My tolerance level dropped and I became highly temperamental, I convinced myself I got it under control but in reality I was a total mess. Stephanie's appearance filled a gap in me,
Ever since mom had died, I had withdrawn myself from the rest of the world even from my twin sister, Gabriella and I grew farther apart, I attended to her less, I hated myself, and wished I had died instead, I let the pain spread like a wildfire consuming me bit by bit but ever since I met Steph she seemed to be the bridge to link my splinted past and I lost her to responsibility too.
