WE DON'T WRITE OUR DESTINES

She fixed her eyes on the birds that perched on the trees, watching them snuggle close to each other, chirping and tweeting so early in morning. She smiled at the way they roam around each other and flap their wings, she gazed at the trees lost in thought of what transpired between her and Cass. How dare she warn her? How dare she say that whatever is going on between her and Chris should stop when nothing was going on in the first place? Who is she to tell her what to do and what she shouldn't do.