"Wait, Lola." Yemi's hand reached out to me as if it were the only thing that might save my life, and his voice was hoarse. His eyes begged for something in me that I wasn't sure I could give anymore, and his face was contorted with a mixture of remorse and despair.
With my back to him and my heart a jumble of contradictory feelings, I froze. "Yemi, what do you want from me?" I tried to remain tough, but my voice was shaking as I whispered. "I'm not sure if I can continue doing this. I'm not sure if I can continue to battle for something that seems irreparably damaged.
As he moved closer, I could hear the hitch in his throat and the misery in his breath. There was an agonizing gap between us that I was unable to bridge despite his overwhelming presence, which pulsed between us like an el
