Melanie.
Evening.
My entire body is still strumming with all the feelings that invaded me, earlier at work.
I don't even know how to place the feeling. I don't know how to quell it. I'm only aware it has made me very unsettled.
I had a tour with a client, but I couldn't focus. My entire attention was centered on that one photo.
My mind came up with assumptions. I'm sure the client noticed my reserved manner.
The way Malachi stared into the eyes of the blonde haired woman. The way she equally held him with high esteem. And the way they sat there, as a perfect couple in each other's presence. The entire world, faded in the background.
And now my entire mood is shattered. I barely had any appetite all day. A text comes to my phone and I check it. Joanna.
