Diya stood at the edge ready to jump. She had lost everything worth living for and was feeling completely alone!
Reema wiped tears, looking at the photographs, missing her friends. Finally divorced, she wanted to reconnect with her old world she had lost touch.
“Diya, Reema here. I need my best friend now!”
P.S - This post is part of weekly challenge that me and my friends have started to get us back to our passions of writing and art work that we all used to do!!