Obvious
Alyssa’s point of view My heart is beating fast. It’s like I have frozen and am now stuck to the floor. What in god’s name is he doing here? “I think I will let you two talk” Freya excuses herself as I look at her and then at Marcelo, who is standing by the door leaning against the door frame. “What are you doing here? You can’t be here,” I insist and he sighs heavily. “How was I going to get in touch with you? You won’t pick up my calls,” He said to me as I pursed my lips together. The strange number that has been calling me it’s him. “I have nothing to talk about with you. Please leave,” I said, putting down my things on the table. “I am sorry,” He says and I lift my gaze looking through the mirror. My eyes met his and I quickly lower my eyes. ‘You need to leave!” “I am sorry I
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