"Sharon, please don't do this to me! I love you!" My mom screamed.

I left not turning back.

"Would you like to have a cup of coffee?" Stephen asked.

We didn't even say a word to each other on our way to his house. My eyes was red and looking swollen like it was pierced. I was crying all through. My eyes were weak and could no longer shed tears. It was eating me within. I just had the worst birthday ever. Not only that, the worst nightmare.

"No need. I better off this ...