ANGELA ROBERTS’S Point Of View
WALKING on the street feeling empty. I don’t even know where to go. No friends. No relatives. No Vincent. The cool breeze on the road outside lingers on my skin, trying to enter my bones.
I felt like I’m walking barely nked when I was wearing clothes enough to cover my skin. I could still feel the cold weather and the freezing breeze. If it can only freeze a heart, I would wish my heart will be frozen now.
The tears that came out in the corner of my eyes easily dries up. The loneliness I felt right now makes me look fragile.
While walking on the road, I don’t know if I am losing my patience. The only thing I want is to have a family, build a family with Vincent. We’ll make one happy family. Trouble kept coming into my mind. I am losing faith.
I don’t know where to go now, or where I will sleep right now. The night seems long.