Venessa's pov.
Looking at the man in front of me, I can't help but feel heartbroken. He looks tired, his eyes bloodshot red and have bags around them. He held my arms looking at me helplessly with his shoulders slumped. I want to help him, help him lessen his agony, and help him ease his pain. But what about my pain?.
"Please don't leave. Let me explain please." He begged but I don't want to listen to him. I don't want to hear his excuses.
I turned my back and picked the bag full of my clothes. "Please, tell me what can I do to make you stay?" He questioned, blocking my way.
"Do nothing, Vincent. Just let me go!" I exclaimed, raising my voice and trying to push him out of the way but he didn't even bulge.
"No!, I won't let you fucki** leave so stop this nonsense right now!", he shoute
