ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO

The drive to the studio was filled with Bless' aimless chatter as she tried to fill up the silence in the car but my mind was racing with a million thought, striking up conversation was the last thing on my mind. She was too happy and she only wanted to talk about happy things that made me more sad

Her wedding for instance reminded me that Darke never got his happy ever after because both Darce and l interfered, but if it wasn't Darke it would have been another man. To a certain degree, it felt like she was rubbing her happiness in my face and that irritated me but l wasn't about to start a fight with the last person l have in my corner