"Lola, you have to stop escaping this." The deep stillness between us was broken by Yemi's incisive remarks. His eyes, which were always warm, now pierced me with a fearsome yet reassuring intensity. Even though we were standing in the living room of the apartment we had shared for a long time, it felt like a battlefield tonight, as if the earth beneath us were moving and about to engulf us.
"I'm not running," I answered, scarcely raising my voice above a whisper. My heart was racing, and every beat was more audible than the one before it. "I'm taking the necessary action."
Yemi took a while to reply. With annoyance visible on every line of his face, he just ran his hand through his hair, his lips opened as if he were about to speak. He was mentally, physically, and emotionally worn out.
