Craving to you

lines, unable to believe it. My fingers shook while I was holding the kit. "It can

f the time, these test results came out as false. However, I knew that the test being wrong in my case had l

tied my stomach in the morning and I hadn't eaten anything sinc

paler, my eyes seemed to have lost their shine and my cheeks were hollow. I looked di

sults were, they itched on my skin. What was I going to do now? Most importantly, I didn't kno

own. That day would be the worst day of my life. Not only

tomach was in knots and the ghastly feeli

e the ugliest- I wouldn't have gone there. Hell, if I knew drinking one bottle was enough

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in for the fourth time. I sulked, hundreds of questions swarming in my head.

uld. Turning off my phone, I gazed at the night view of Brooklyn through the floor-length window o

est in me as I paced back and forth around the room, butterflies dancing in my stomach. May

ng wouldn't provide me any sanity. My fingers sporadically brush

I checked my phone in a hurry only to find

. I have been shifte

e, though. Is he

less enthusiasm than

ll come or not. Amelia – That bastard! How dare he

d. We texted for a while and then when she had to g

rustration turned into anger and sadness. I felt like I was being stood up. On our seco

uld be as excited as I was about our second-anniversary celebration. Last year, he threw a big party, invited our friends and celebrated our

myself. I looked around, the candles were already half burnt, the exci

lled liquid was smooth but my throat burned a little. The more I drank, the more I felt hurt. Tears pricked at the back o

cake on the coffee table. In bold letters, the w

supposed to celebrate, but I was left with nothing. The faint jazz music played in the background. I rose from the c

when I heard a knock on the door. I halted, unsure if I he

come. The anger I felt started to diss

to wipe my fingers as it was messy with chocolate. O

ik