Mikey took deep, heavy breaths, his chest rising and falling in a desperate attempt to calm himself. His throat felt dry, and his hands clammy.
"Okay... okay Mikey... stay calm." he muttered, clenching his fists. But no matter how much he tried to reassure himself, the truth remained—he had lost the money. Seven thousand dollars, gone. Just like that, not that he ever had it anyway.
"Damn it." he hissed under his breath, dragging his fingers through his hair. He thought he could have made it work by forming a way to save himself and Aurora.
But the world had proved him wrong—again.
There was no borrowing that kind of money. Not as an average student like him.
'Seven thousand dollars. Who in their right mind would lend me that amount? Not that I can pay it back by the way.'
The answer was clear—Hmo one. He was alone in this. Left with nothing but the gnawing weight of uncertainty, the kind that slithered beneath his skin and refused to let go.
