After the long cold glare he held against me, he averted his eyes and walked towards the stairs. His steps faded while I still stand here figuring out what to do.
But I knew in my heart what I wanted to do.
My feet took action overtaking my heart. I ran upstairs and when I finally see him few feet away from me, I stopped. He stopped when he heard me. I didn't pay no heed about intros and greetings.
"Can we talk?" I say through pants. The heels made me feel heavy and tired.
Minutes passed, he never respond. He just stood there with his back facing me. It looked like he never planned to turn around and face me. I was getting impatient.
I slowly walked towards him. The clicking of my heels echoed through the hallways even though I was careful not to make that sound. He noticed my movemen
