Amelia felt angry with the fact that Stephan would accuse her of such. She took her bag and started to shove her belongings in it rapidly. Stephan chased after her hysterically, asking her to please cool down so that they could talk things over, but she wasn't having it, she told him that she had been at his house for far too long.
“I need to go, Stephan. It’s the best option,” she said firmly, her voice mixed with sadness. Stephan stretched out his hand towards her, trying to touch her arm gently. “Please, let’s talk about this. We can work through it together,” he urged, his tone pleading.
But Amelia shook her head, her resolve unyielding. “I understand your anxiety, however, I would like to have some time to compose my thoughts and decide the way forward and I can not think properly
