Finn's POV
"Please, listen to me at least." I said, trying to convince her to look at me at least, but she didn't.
She sat on a couch, grasping a coffee and inhaling the vapour from the ceramics. Her eyes were fixed on the magazine that was on her laps. She flipped the pages and wouldn't dare make an eye contact with me. I was equally a ghost at that moment. Was it so hard for her to forgive, took look at me and embrace me warmly?
"Chloe, have mercy on me. Why can't you see my sincerity?!" I prowled further in to the room, with my palms join together and my voice appeared as a faint cry.
Yet, she wouldn't listen to me.
The room door flung open, stealing her attention and making my heart skip for a bit. I turned to the intruder. It was merely one of the waitress from the hotel.
"You
