What’s
Next?
By WisdomDeath
After a week of grieving, the sky
finally smiled. The streets were a tad wet but that did not stop me from
walking to the city to buy a new dress for the boat party that afternoon. It
would be one of the biggest parties in town, but that wasn’t the part that
concerned me. I did not even saw myself going to parties, but someone asked me
to come and I was not going to disappoint him.
