LYRIC
When he turned to leave, I took off in a pursuit. "Fine! Let's talk."
But he didn't break his stride or spare me a glance.
Damnit. All he made were threats and I was already losing my mind.
"Okay, I'm sorry. Alright? I was just pissed over what happened with the guy from the club. And—And the fact that I couldn't terminate the contract. I felt tricked. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have reacted the way I did."
But he still didn't look at me. Damn him, he was as hard as rock.
Reaching the entrance of the hall, he went in without sparing as little as a glance at me. And in that moment, I knew I was f****d.
.......
I couldn't enjoy a thing from the rest of the funeral. All I wanted was for it to come to an end so I could run to my hotel.
Or maybe I could go now. That way, I'd ge
