I want him. I just want him for me, but ... I am risking my life for him. Is it worth it? Will it be worth it for me to risk my life for him? What if he doesn't like me anymore? What if ... my words are cut short because of the tears seeping from my eyes?
Is this the end for us?
The evening sun cast long shadows on the ground. The slanting rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange tinge to the sky. I have just finished cooking Noah and I dinner. I was preparing the plate when he arrived. He then looked at me, and I smiled. "How's work?" I asked him but he didn't answer and the look on his face was tired.
"Alright. Let's eat dinner. I know you're tired, after dinner you can rest early," I uttered and was about to put rice on his plate when he said, "The company is in bankruptcy," I was stunned to hear about that. I stopped and looked at him, "What? Why?"
