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chapter six : the end or the begining ?

evelyn's pov : 

I tried to keep it together while trying to get a taxi, but I reached a moment where I just couldn't anymore. I was wiping away every tear that fell. "Why the fuck did I think this was going to work?" I muttered to myself as I opened the taxi's door to get in, but someone closed it from behind me. I turned around to see who it was. "A moment, please," he said. For a moment, I thought it was Alexander, but this guy was a little shorter than him, with steel blue eyes ;a wavy piece of black hair  set on his cheek. I cleared my throat, realizing I might have stared at him a little too long do I know you?" I asked, confused, trying to remember if I had ever seen him before. His distinctive appearance would have made it hard to forget.

"No, I'm Leo, Alexander's right-hand man  and closest friend. Listen, I know you're not in a position where you want to listen to this, but Alexander has to cancel this project. But we will do all we can to make it up to you." I couldn't take it anymore. What the hell is wrong with these people? "Can I leave, please?" I said, avoiding eye contact.He moved slowly, seeming to understand my reaction. I got in immediately and left. I had a terrible headache and had enough of this situation. If this business is meant to fail, then it will. It won't end me. The worst of this situation didn't end me. People use the term 'strong' when they do important things or survive a horrible situation  i agree but i think it's more about the ability to always stand up again and keep going,The ringtone of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts. I picked up without seeing who it was. "Hello babes, how was it?" Alyssa's voice came from the other side of the phone. One of her talents was having a happy tone most of the time, and I really mean most of the time. "Not very good, but I'm so tired right now. Let's talk tomorrow, okay? I'm hanging up now. I love you," is all I managed to say. I felt tired, as if I were actually sick."We just arrived, ma'am," I noticed the worried look on the driver's face. Well, looks like I'm too tired to even notice I arrived home. I smiled at him and thanked him. I took small steps to my house but noticed a black Mercedes I'd never seen before in my driveway. My confusion didn't last too long because he got out of the car and started walking toward me.

"Louis?!" I said in disbelief.

"Hi, can we talk for a second, please? Just let me explain," he began begging me to talk to him, but all I could manage was an ironic smile. Did he expect me to hug him and listen to his lies  now?

"Seriously? You expect me to listen to your lies—or sorry, your 'explanation'—right now? After we dated for a week, and you cheated on me, and then said I'm too crazy and broke up with me?" This was it, the last thing I needed right now. I broke into tears. I wasn't crying because of him, but because of everything that happened to me in the last month. He tried to hug me, but I pushed him back and turned around to get into the house. That's the last thing I remember...

I opened my eyes and looked around. I was on the couch in my living room. Louis was bringing me a cup of water from the kitchen. It didn't take me too long to realize that I had passed out and he had gotten me here.

"How are you feeling right now?" he said, handing me the cup of water.

"Good," I said as I took a sip. He exhaled and then looked at me as if he was really sorry. "I'm taking a shower," I said as I left the room, feeling the need to get away from him. I took a long, cold shower, and all I could think about right now was how to get away from Louis. I made up my mind on something and decided to break it off with him in a calm way. I got out of the shower and changed into something more comfortable, took a deep breath, and headed back to the living room.

He was sitting on the couch, looking at the pictures I had hung on the wall of me and my brother. He was in his navy suit with a red tie. I made my way to the couch, but he started talking before I had the chance.