Things don’t always turn out the way we expect them to. Sometimes the unacceptable, the unimaginable, becomes the reality. And that which we assumed would be the outcome suddenly gets thrown right out the window. It doesn’t matter anymore once the moment has passed, and travelling back in time is not a viable option.
At the twenty-ninth floor of a downtown office building, Jasmine pouted her lips resting her head against her left hand. Things could not get any worse. Her desk was littered with piles of untouched paperwork, files and several books. Several highlighters, pencils, a mechanical sharpener and a pink for-big-mistakes eraser, were all spread across the table in no precise order. It was an unholy mess, Continue reading “Part 2: Maybe Someday They Will Meet Again”