The truth hurts sometimes.
After the very silent and speedy car ride to the concert, JZ carried the still handcuffed Elle backstage.
Oh how I desire to write a mini-series. I stare at my readings on my computer screen, so badly wanting to type the story out and share. The story remains in my head and neither gets done.
Confessions of a BMW (bored mind wanderer).
The next morning, JZ knocked on Elle’s door. There was no answer. He knocked again. There was no answer again. Worried, he burst in to find her in the stained ruby dress and lying on the floor beside her bed, like she did not have the strength to get herself on top of the bed. He came closer and saw that she was still pale, and was uncertain if she was still alive….
The next day, Elle looked in the fridge and saw no food, so she knew she had to go to the grocery store. She was prepared to ignore JZ’s fans and the paparazzi at the grocery store and on her way there, but was not prepared for what was at her door….