elaine cadson
"oi."
she looked back and she saw it was adrianna who called
her. she remembered that she was part of that day. her
golden locks that reached the bra line was now cut into
a pixie cut. "what do you want?"
"you."
"me?"
she nodded. "yes you idiot."
"what do you want?" she again repeated.
"to say sorry, that's all."
she was appalled for what adrianna said.
"what?"
"i'm saying sorry because peter's a jerk."
she was silent then she remembered to ponder again,
she tried to laugh but it was only a coarse cough that
interrupted the high-pitch laughter into sickness.
"don't be, because it did help me to forget him."
"you sure?" adrianna snorted.
"yes." adrianna was convinced that she was okay
with the thought of peter but it wasn't helping her
any good. adrianna walked out of their meeting
and she was left.
c r y i n g. "no, i'm not so sure right now."