A Tent

Nora

Watching Rhys in the kitchen was a treat to my eyes.

I had cried and cried after I saw Faye’s photos in his room, knowing fully well how much he clung to her memories. My heart ached so hard that it was impossible for me to even move. At one point of time, I wondered if I should even stay alive. What was the point of living a life so miserable?

But the moment I saw him, every negative thought