"Why is he here?" I mumbled as I paced around my apartment. My mind filled up with his thoughts as I recognized I was again hyperventilating. I was in misery and I hoped the guards stopped him from getting inside.
Whatever it takes, I had to stay away from him because I couldn't bear it any longer. The insults, the allegations, and the continuous pricking of my dignity got me to the point where I refused to even face him. My shoulder slumped down as I fell on the sofa, my appetite long gone.
But then I heard what the guards were saying while restraining him.
Why do you always come here? The woman is clearly not interested in you. Stop coming here and stay out!
Is he the same guy who stands the whole night just staring at the building?
Such a nuisance for love.