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CHAPTER ELEVEN
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.
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