It's been weeks since she's been back to work. She wasn't the same as she used to be.
At work, she didn't have any amazement or any enthusiasm in her voice to uplift the customers or her coworkers.
She looked at her watch. Then, she looked at the clock above us, knowing that it was time for her break.
She walked out of the room without telling anyone, without even being considerate to enlighten any of us that she was leaving to go on her break.
This "husband" being dead really got her messed up—she was completely a diverse person at work.
I speculated what could've changed her mood; I wondered what could've uplifted her.
I reached into my pocket, grabbing my phone—quickly finding Michael's number.
I was in need for an answer; I needed to ask Michael a thoughtful question.
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Imperfect
RomanceEveryone and everything assumes to be perfect, or that's what people think... "Imperfect" tells the story, an imperfect story, of two imperfect people who are truly in love with each other. Although the years they've been together, will their paren...
