I woke up the next morning and my puffy eyes greeted me in the mirror. It hurts like hell that i know i won't be able to speak to him today. I decided not to use my phone - I'll just hide it so i won't be tempted to use it.
" If you are not okay, pray.
" If you are not okay, pray.."
I repeat these words over and over again..
I curled myself back in bed and started to pray. I'm not even praying that God will take away the pain in my heart.. I just want him to be okay. " Please make him safe. Please protect him so he'll come home to me"
The door in my room opened and my friends from work happily entered with smile on their faces. " Arrrghhh, i hate seeing happy people today! I wanna drown in my misery!" I complained.
" Dude, he's in space, not dead. " Tig said and rolled her eyes at me.
" Imma have my last cry tonight. I'mma make sure to be strong tomorrow - but not now!! " I told them but they ignored me and continue to party in my room.
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My boyfriend in space
NouvellesA journal of a girl with her boyfriend in space. Her boyfriend is an astronaut and had to leave for a mission to get the cure for the virus. Will he survive and come back to her?
