A Brewing Storm on a Cloud Called 'Nine'
It is not anger, just heartache. Nothing serious, but small things do add up. No screaming, of course I cried buckets (I provide you rain, dear Nine). Not over, but things fundamentally changed. Bad timing, then again there is never a good time for this.
Update: *Gallant didn't leave me feeling upset for too long. Last night, he said sincere apologies and held my hand to his heart. Today, he gave into my valid *ahem* demands.
Well, tomorrow is the first day of exams. But *tomorrow, what problems lie ahead?
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