Augustus

Puffing out the smoke of my cigarette I lean to the window of my bedroom and look at the twinkling lights of late night city of NewYork. Looking down, I run my hand on the beautiful necklace sitting on the table adjacent to the window. A smiling image of Angelica crosses my mind and my lips automatically twitch upwards looking at the elegant ornament. Just like the glittering diamonds, my heart also seems to dance in joy as I imagine my charming lady grace the attractive accessory.

It has been a week since Angelica released her fears to me. Though I was very sad for the psychological and physical...