‘You sure?’
‘Sure about what?’‘That that’s how she feels about you?’‘I…well…yeah, I mean, she…’‘Sin, my boy. What if this girl is what you’ve been waiting for?’He pulled his back from the couch. ‘Mama, you have no idea what she did to me.’‘And what did she do to you? Help me understand, my son.’He became quiet.‘Sin, if you continue thinking the whole world is against you then you will never find peace…love…the break you’ve needed for so long. Have you considered that maybe…just maybe Clarissa genuinely cares about you?’He moved his hand to his face again. ‘At this point, I don’t know what’s what, mama. I’m so confused and lost.’She rubbed his cheek with her thumb. ‘Forget the world, Sin. It doesn’t care about me, you or anyone els
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