Honey Dew

"Life is never what it seems to be, Ravon. It's different for everyone," she pauses and exhales through her nose.

"You don't know what goes on in another person's life."

Ravon visibly stiffens at her soft, yet hard voice. He doesn't know what to do when tears start to roll down her flushed cheeks.

"I-" He starts but is cut short when she waves a dismissal hand. "I think I've wasted enough of your time, so I'm going to take my leave." A stray tear rolls down her cheek and onto the leather seat when she goes to pick up her purse.

When she exits his office, his mind begins to wonder. The girl he grew up with, the girl he bullied, was suffering this whole time. And to think after all these years, it finally clicked in his mind as he connected the dots.

"Fuck," He half shouts and punches his wooden work desk.

Her façade was just an illusion. Her sarcasm too, was an illusion. She built walls, high walls, and strong walls. She keeps herself guarded. She probably forgot who she was...

Ravon instantly felt disgusted with himself. He was childish at the age eighteen, five years has changed him, now the mature man he is, but yet, he still likes to make people suffer.

But he always had a softspot for one of his victims, Honey Kane.