I saw the blouse of the woman which has some chocolate stains on it and a dumped cup of chocolate drink.
"Hey! Say something!," and my baby cried.
"Who do you think you are? A 1 year old kid?"
"Here's five dollars maam, I hope everything will be settled then."
After I gave the dollars, I grabbed Margaux's hand and brought her to the open stadium. That dollars was my weekly allowance. Sigh.
"D-Drake?"
I looked at her, with an encouraging smile.
She smiled. And hugged me, begging for some comfort, I think.
"Thank you so much. You're my savior."
"Sure," and I hugged her, making her feel like she's the only girl in the world. Do I like sound Rihanna?
"Always." I also said to her, and hugged her tighter.
When she went out of my shoulders, we faced each other. I was facing her angelic face and she was facing on my handsome face. Protests are not allowed.
Her tears kept flowing on his face and I make them gone by using my two hands then . . . she held it while we keep staring at each other.
"I wish ...," then she looked away.
I was confused. "You wish what? Margaux?"
"I wish, I have more time to be with you," letting go of my hands.
Is she leaving?
Then what about me?
What about us?
Oh wait, there's no us.
"Why? Are you leaving?"
"Nothing. Just forget it." She curved a perfect fake smile.
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GRAY AND PINK
Teen Fiction"Drake, I don't know if this was right. Loving you, after all, is the best thing that ever happened to me. When we're together, I feel like something moving creatures on my stomach and if we're apart, I can't seem to get you out of my mind. Drake, y...
