Melani
March 22, 2198
Revolutionary Army Headquarters
Acala City, Gasbatan
“No, I’m not. Not unless you listen to what I have to say,” Darwin muttered, his face close to mine.
“There’s nothing for you to explain. Now let me go,” I demanded, pulling my hand away from his hold.
His grip tightened around my wrist, pushing me against the door with his strength. I gritted my teeth, irritated by his persistent attitude. I glared at him, clenching my fist as I try to struggle from his grasp.
“Just listen to me, please,” Darwin begged, his eyes pleading.
Why do I have to listen to someone who will only make excuses to make his reasons rational? I don’t need an explanation nor to hear a confession from him. Our relationship is over and I hope he moves on from it. Because if he won’t, then I
