Chapter 49

I sat in the restroom as I appeared at myself in the glass. I had race each over me; on my face, on my clothes, in my hair; who indeed knows how race got there. glanced down at my grasp that had not stopped shaking since held Sofia's cold wave, breathless body in my arms. They were covered in race. I turned on the water and began to wash my grasp. My eyes welled up with gashes again as I followed the race sluggishly come off my face. It was supposed to be me; The study kept reenacting, making it hard to concentrate on anything. I was consequently sick of crying. I demanded to break up commodity or smash someone but I had no dynamism consequently each I could do is cry. I gripped the Gomorrah in wrathfulness as I flashed back her face. " I am hysterical I will noway know you again"; her voice chimed through my head, making me incontinently punch the glass to abstract myself from my studies. It pulverized into a million pieces as I took deep breaks, trying to quiet myself down. My