Eden’s Point of View

The ride away from Theron’s parent’s place was very quiet, Theron rested his head against the window of the car, as we travelled: we were probably on our way to Theron’s house, and that was the least I needed at this point.

The weekend was a hassle.

The wedding, the journey, the honeymoon—everything, I was bone sore tired, my body ached in ways I couldn’t explain. I nearly sobbed at the fact that we would be going to work tomorrow, I am back to my sleep ...