[Elijah]
I guess nowadays there’s rarely any weekend where I don’t find myself here—standing in front of Diamond Apartments, stuck in the same damn inner argument like a broken record.
Should I go in?
Should I leave?
Walk away and spare whatever pride I have left?
After another fifteen minutes of standing like an i***t by the parking lot, pacing, sighing, and cursing myself under my breath, I finally gave in. The part of me that wanted to see her, to apologize, to somehow make things right—it won.
Again.
I walked toward her apartment, steps hesitant but steady. The hallway smelled the same—cheap floor polish and overcooked instant noodles. I hated this place for her. She deserved better. Hell, even I knew that.
But then, just a few feet away from her door, I saw someone.
A man.
T
