When he looked in through the window, he was astounded to see her topless and braless. She was standing with her back to him, eliciting wild desires in him.
He took his handkerchief from his pocket and crept into her room through the window. After s...
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(Diary, Dear
It's been three days since I last spoke with Cole. Even though I know he isn't interested in me, I can't stop loving him, so I'm going to see his race today as well. I miss him so much that I long to talk to him. I'm still hoping for a miracle and for him to become mine. I don't know why deep inside I have a feeling he misses me as well.
I am aware of how foolish I am, yet I cannot give up since hope is what gives me strength and keeps me alive. You already know that Cole is my life, and admiring him has become an addiction for me. Now, Diary, I'll talk to you later because I'm going to see his race.)
She sighed and closed the diary before rising from her desk to get ready.
She arrived at the venue wearing a scarf with a grey polka dot pattern, sunglasses, and a cap as usual.
After three arduous days, she smiled as she saw Cole wearing his helmet and then sitting astride his bike. He was looking hot in a black leather jacket and black jeans, as usual, and driving her insane.
"Why are you a playboy, Cole?" She dejectedly murmured, staring at him, her innocent eyes were filled with sorrow.
The race began, and he drove off, while she cheered for him and watched him on the big screen. She forgot about everything and started doing her favourite thing: admiring him.
The next moment only, her heart stopped beating and her eyes dilated in horror as his bike crashed into the tree.
She jumped to her feet and dashed out of the door. Driving her car at full speed, she kept praying to God for him, "Please God! Nothing should happen to him."
As quickly as she could, she reached the spot where Cole's bike had crashed. She was becoming restless. She just wanted to make sure he was fine.
When she stepped out of the car, she noticed two men putting him on a stretcher.
"Thank you, God!" She breathed a sigh of relief as he appeared to be fine, but still, tears were streaming down her cheeks constantly. She just wanted to rush up to him and hug him.
