|Sofia|
“WHAT’S wrong?” Ian asked me when we finally finished our dinner. We are currently heading back to our room to pack up our things since tomorrow, we are going home— or I am going home, alone. Because the next day after will be the day that I will be going back to the metro. And…this…will be our last night together.
I did not answer him immediately when the door of the lift closed. We were the only ones inside. I looked at our reflection on the dark and shiny aqua-frosted mirror panels of the insides of the elevator and saw him looking at me. His body is slightly angled toward my direction, seems waiting for my answer.
I don’t do love. I only gave her a chance.
His words sounded in my head like a broken record and have been playing on my mind over and over since I woke up
