Beneath the surface: The Tragedy of Love

me, the white paper whose description gives hopelessness. The office's fluoresce

ago, her look was fully concealed with anger. I will never t

world. I hadn't even spoken to her husband more than three times in the past years. I felt hurt thinking ab

since my dad left when I was nine. Every penny

The summer heat scorched my skin,

explain this to Mom? She couldn't work any

contemplating what I would

he was holding on him. Papers flew everywh

ambling to collect the scatter

stopped me. "

up. I was

t that screamed riches and confidence. Dark hair perfect

looked closely knowing well I couldn'

ed to buy him a cup of coffee. He le

e I got the coffee. I sat down watch

felt how soft it was just like a tender newborn

curious to know about it because

. It will be a contract marriage

sy thinking either to accept or de

t raced. Two hefty men stood outside our apartment, pushing out suitca

" I asked, rushin

new he gave notice to pack out this week because w

Everything felt unrealistic to me. T

Jenkins, watches

!" I implored, holding his leg. We'll pay

ou and your mother extensions before. You're a

o convince him. This time it's different. We'll pay up our d

right, this week Friday. I won't repeat myself this week

! We won't let you down. They left while I held my mom

nded over to me. The description reads "Elite Enterprises,

uilding with a gleaming glass all over it. The polis

beautiful receptionist. "Welcome to E

b Martins," handing h

a number. Mr. Caleb,

kept wondering what the contract would

files while I sat in the meeting area waiti

f my mouth never wanted to be that fast.

any trouble, even though I