Hated and Loved.

as in high fears, moods of confusion and disgrace. My heart was in deep pain. I tried to stand as well as get my self composed to

ween us to her; it was just but lies and excuses and as much as I endeavored to explain every

this time of the day. The clock was ticking at the eight o'clock mark. The door was open and to this point I never though

ss alone. A bottle of beer lite in my right hand as I did top-ups. Again I tried to get my self wrapped up. I laid myself against the wall as my head revolved aro

left shoe was at the door as I wore the right shoe, although it wasn't well-worn. I wore

irl, neither any lady apart from my departed mama, but this one could lead me into it. The pain in my heart could just lead me to it for real. The itch of hav

ce deep in my minds whispered in sorrow as i

for four days. "I couldn't believe you can go to that extent, Don!" A deep voice of Viv cr

ow me to stand, neither open my eyes. It all sucked as I watched myself in such disgrace and sorrows of pain

e to. My trembling legs made me open up my eyes widely to see in the deem light of the moon. As soon as they did, I heard sprinting footsteps on my door whi

d. I felt the steps' depth as well as the deep brea

nd overpowered. I suddenly felt shivering and trembling as well, and my eyes were more often wide as well as my hands shook in fear. Suddenly, the lights of my room