Jasmine*

I sat down weakly on the bench at the reception unit and had my mind wandering to my pasts.

Hart and I were in love, we shared and cared about each other until when he decided to put up the drama at Caravan Park.

I sat with my face buried in my palm and struggled to believe what Hart's mother had just said.

She wouldn't be joking with such a delicate News, News that left me appalled.

It marveled me upon realizing that my assumptions were right.

I wept and wept about Hart.

Now I regret ...