Ivory's POV:
As I sat with April, I felt the cheerful version of her slowly resurfacing. We talked and caught up on the time we'd missed, sharing stories and laughter. As we conversed, I noticed her shaky hand from earlier begin to calm, but her eyes told a different story. They looked incredibly sad, void of the usual warmth and sparkle that I was accustomed to seeing in them. Despite her cheerful laughter, I could sense her unease beneath the surface.
I found myself wondering what could be wrong. Had she had a bad dream? Was something bothering her? I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off, In the words of my grandma, something was somehow somewhere not right but I didn't want to push her or make her uncomfortable. Maybe with time, she'd open up to me and share what was on her mind. I thought to myself, "I sure knew that something somewhere was wrong somehow," but I kept my tone light and non-intrusive.
What bothered me, though, was that I felt hurt because I thought we were close enough to share secrets and concerns. Her being secretive about whatever was troubling her made me feel a bit left out. Nonetheless, I prioritized her comfort and chose not to pry, hoping that she'd eventually feel ready to talk to me about what was going on. I maintained a supportive demeanor, letting her know that I was there for her whenever she was ready to open up.
Hey dearies, I missed you all I'm so sorry for not regularly updating, trust me it's not my fault, It's due to some circumstances and the fact that I'm a young student, I'm having my final exams soon and I have to prepare for it so bear with me,at least for now, anneyoung guys ❤️😘