"I don't currently have time for this, Lola."
Yemi's voice pierces the atmosphere like a blade. It is incisive, purposeful, and brimming with an emotion I cannot identify. The man who used to hold my hand and whisper about our future seemed to have vanished entirely. A stranger, a corporate warrior engaged in an incomprehensible struggle, has taken his position.
I look at him as he stands across from me in his office, his fingers twitching erratically over the documents he has laid out in front of him. His gaze stays away from mine. Every time he pushes me farther away, my heart bleeds a little more, but he's too preoccupied to notice the anguish in my chest.
"Yemi." I make another attempt, this time using a softer voice, but it seems brittle in comparison to his lack of interest. "We m
