Roseline Angelina Black.
Rubbing my eyes as the text that I'm reading over my computer gets blurry and different to understand due to the pounding headache in my brain, I snap my computer shut and open the first drawer of my desk to swallow two pills of Advil with a little bit of water.
It's been a week since my mother's funeral and as if my life wasn't already bleak from my mother's missing presence, the constant headaches made it blurry. Looking at the small dial upon my left wrist, I find it's quarter to eight in the evening.
Wonder why Adonis hasn't come up to check on me yet?
Adonis has been majorly sympathetic and comforting after the death of my mother. He holds me when I have nightmares in the middle of the night, comforts me during my crying fits and cares enough to know abou
