“Louve, baby, please…”
“Stop following me!” I threw him a death glare. I walked out of the library and went back to our room. He was still following me.
My tears were freely falling as I entered our bedroom. I could still feel him following me until we got inside.
“Baby, I can explain,” he kept on tailing me as I got the bag that I had prepared earlier. I took a deep breath as I turned to him. He was looking at me hopelessly, like he just didn’t know what to do anymore.
I felt a sting of pain in my heart again. It felt like it just sunk seeing him like that. I have never seen him in that disposition. He was never like that. It’s either he was cold, serious, or powerful… I’ve never seen him weak…
I sobbed and harshly wiped away the tears that were stubbornly going out of my eyes.
