Ellis

I was eating with my Grandmother. She requested an audience with me. No, demanded we eat together. 

" You seem gloomy, my grandson. Are you alright?" she asked gently. I gave her a small smile and nodded. 

" Just work." It wasn't. It was Love.

She wanted to be with him. What could I do but let her be? After the talk, we had at the café. I realized we couldn't be together. Things won't go back to what they were. David was the one who made her happy, not me, and she loved him. It ...