ANMELA'S POV

I ran quickly, going back to the room. I was sobbing as I put all my belongings in my bag. I was using the back of my hand to remove the tears, but whatever I did, it kept flowing.

I was so sure about Laurent, but why could he not do the same thing to me? So what am I to him? Just a f*ck buddy? I thought he loved me, but what I heard was enough for me to stop pursuing him.

I want to move on and go away. Go far away from him and from the heartache he was causing me. I gave up

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