AYITA’s POV.
I sat in the waiting lounge waiting and hoping if he was going to walk in to see me before I left.
I knew he made it clear that we had nothing going on between us but part of me wanted to see him for one last time before I left.
The more I waited, the more apprehensive I got. I wanted him to come and see me but I guess he was not going to come.
A disappointed sigh left my lips when I saw Lorenzo walking towards me with the coffee I had asked him to get for me.
Closing my eyes for a moment, I forced a smile on my face. I guess this was it, I would never see him again and that was the biggest truth of my life now.
Even my father didn’t bother to return my calls, I have called him for what seemed like ages but I guess all of them were better off without me in their lives.
