LEVI'S POINT OF VIEW.
"You know what, I'm leaving," She says, dropping the file on my desk harshly, before she walks past me, her coconut scent wafting in my nostrils. I stand still, looking at her as she walks slowly, each step of hers taking her even further from me.
She wants to work for him.
She wants to leave.
She wants to leave me.
Suddenly, the control I have built over the years begins to crack, the walls I have constructed, so damn high no one can get through crumble as I think back on her words.
"I will leave" was what she had said.
"Stop," My voice comes out hollow, almost calm. Almost. The cold, detached tone I always use with her, now replaced with the one I currently use on her, as the hurricane of emotions I have kept under lock and key threatens to burst from the sea
