that even her now well earned courage and name will waver at. The past is just a fragment of who we are, but for Melissa, the past is what defined her. Jasmine

s of Michael flooded her memories along with the unwant

of any teen's life, but not for Melissa. Th

ispered, before f

mber

s on her cheek. She slowly walked towards her f

Melissa's head is too chaotic, muffled by the

a asked while giving a playfu

her friend who is also a part

ka murmured as she shoved Melissa to the front of the group

ettes emerging from the back of the church. One sh

r tiny friend. Tiny, because Grace was around 3'9 i

she replied, accompanied by a glare to

friends all seem to support the on-coming courtship, but she knows—somewh

Meli

dden memory. She opened her eyes and realise

thing before we switch." he

hazy and in between reality and memory. "E

with furrowed brow said, "You don't have a fever, you never showed any sign of m

sanity. She gazed at her friend who is now stari

car around and pretend this never happened.

I think it's about time I do this, besides

r head. "I'm standing beside you, keep that in mind,"

Michael's memories are like the Niagara falls, there is no stopping it, its like an unstoppable current of water

But, Instead of driving through it, Jasmine surprisingly took a turn and parked the car at the shoulder

instead—she gave her

elissa does harbour hesitation

etween the friends as Jasmine f

nd all at once, the car is travelling on the same

old and rusted looking lamp post, she lost it. Her lips began to quiver, he

e they will be staying at, Melissa was a b

but didn't dare to take a glance at her friend. She h

ke Melissa was ready, she turned towards her, smiled and said

red her with

ountry. She, who barely have the backbone to fight against anything. But Melissa is her best friend, she had seen her during he

going through, and against all odds,