Cool Trip

Nancy's POV

I could hear voices but the words were not clear. There was a familiar voice, I tried to open my eyes but the sunlight streamed through the window making me shut them immediately as I shielded my eyes with my palm. 

The room became quiet and I tried to open my eyes slowly apart, and when I did the first person I saw was Baby standing right there blocking the ray of sun and for a moment I thought of how blissful I was.

A love story is not a collection of perfect moments with a romantic beginning and a happy ending.