CHAPTER NINE
I was pacing in the warm sand of Wylow beach, my stomach lurched over and over as I paced. The green palm fronds of a palm درخت were shading me as I paced, the sand oozing in the cracks of my wedges. He's coming. I thought as I gently yanked off the silky petal of the blue ٹیولپ, گل لالہ I was holding.
He's coming not.
He's coming.
He's coming not.
He's coming....
Lurching once more, I glanced down at the last petal on the flower. He's coming...not. Sadly, I pulled off the last petal and watched as it slowly fluttered down to the ground on the back of the wind. Sighing, I checked my phone. I...
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