Diora
Strings of whimpers unfurled from me as I leaned onto the kitchen island, shutting my eyes and allowing my thoughts to stray as I waited for my pizza to heat up, not wanting to dwell on the incessant throbbing in my abdomen.
When I heard the microwave beep, I pushed my frame off the countertop, my legs threatening to fail me as I retrieved my pizza, grabbing the glass of yoghurt on the counter. I practically dragged my feet to the living room where my favourite TV show was currently displayed. I moaned in relief when I plopped on the couch, pulling the covers over my body and propping my back against the numerous pillows I stashed against one another.
I took a large bite from the pizza, washing it down with a long sip of yoghurt. My eyes were beginning to flutter shut when I heard
