[color=#000000][/color] The billet-doux on her table was a harbinger about them. Ever since their disagreement few months ago after which he had gone incommunicado. She had hoped things would go well again.
Grabbing the demi-john on her table, she gulped the contents down as the tears flowed freely down her face. Her heart was in a state of disorfr as the emotions welled inside her. They were not completely of joy but not of sorrow. They were of remorse, love so deep that cannot be denied, excitement. The emotions were strewn here and there in her mind. She had wronged him. She knew that but she couldn't swallow her feminine pride to apologise. She had insisted he apologized even when she knew she had to do so. However, when he hadn't turned up, she had concluded she would lose him.
'But why had it taken him so long to do so' she asked emptying the remaining contents of the demi-john in her mouth.
She rose up and staggered to her desk and drew out a medium sized diary.