Matthew

“Where’s Cassie?” I asked as Mel visited me the next day. Minus the three idiots and plus a basket load of fruits. I was hoping to talk to Cassie alone, but she’s probably having a get together with that childhood friend of hers that she’d forgotten all about me completely. I just can’t shake the bitterness from my thoughts.

“She’s got work to do so she asked me to accompany you.” She replied while putting a fresh new batch of flowers in the vase. I can vaguely smell the faint scent of roses. “Don’t worry. She’ll visit you later.”

I don’t know which is better. That she visits me...