On her way back home, Diana's head kept wandering off to her family affairs, to her mother's recent kindness, to Maxim's words, to the upcoming exams and the anxiety kept bubbling in her heart.
She barely ate anything yet the food threatened to rip her throat and make a reappearance.
She felt like throwing up the more she thought about everything.
She massaged her fingers, taking out her phone to call Daisy.
But the call was automatically disconnected.
Oh, how did she forget? Everyone liked to block her these days.
It was like she was a bother to them.
She closed her eyes and leaned back on the car seat, a bitter smile making its way onto her face.
The consequent days went on no matter how much she wanted the time to stop so that she would not have to drag her depressed ass out of the bed.
But wishes like those were so surreal. She was not Cinderella and she had no fairy godmother to fulfill her wishes.
