"Adelaid, where are you?"
"Outside your house."
Lance almost burned himself while tossing the pasta he was making for his highschool classmate. Groaning, he grabbed a glass and poured water in it for her, guessing she must be thirsty and tired.
"Already? Gosh, you c-"
"Nevermind-" he shrieked as her voice sounded right behind him, "I am inside your kitchen now."
He spun around, with a hand placed on his drumming heart. Narrowing his brown eyes at her as she made herself comfortable on the slab, he snarled, "I figured out that much. You should not enter someone's house like that. It's downright illegal. Funny how I have to make it clear to someone who works as a detective."
"And not keeping your house locked is downright idiotic. Funny I have to make it clear to someone who works as a professor at NYU." she sassed back.
"God, you are impossible." he mumbled to himself.
"Whatever you say, professor. Anyways, I am here to give you something." she informed.
"What?" he inquired.
Pressing her lips into a thin line, she answered him, "This-" she sighed, "-I don't know if it's a good decision or not, but you should read this."
She gave him the journal.
YOU ARE READING
Worth
Short StoryShe used to believe in miracles. And then she left, leaving ashes of long-lost memories and rivers of tears in her wake; finally making him realize her worth. ©All rights reserved
