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Desiree's POV
When I leave his place, I'm confused and frustrated; it feels like everything occurs in a rush, and then I'm crying because the way he delivered his words truly hurt me.
Maybe I should move on with my life and forget about him, he is just like a man who knows nothing about me. Calling me a slut is a big no-no. I won't tolerate that, I sighed then I just realized when my tears raced down on my face, its rolling slowly but I'm sobbing continuously.
"Miss, are you okay?"
The taxi driver asked me, I just stopped crying and pulled some tissue to wipe my tears and my running rose.
"I'm okay." I respond while crying. The taxi driver just nodded his head at me, while looking at my reflection in the rear mirror.
When I got to the hospital, I sighed and exhaled as I ran inside. Some people are perplexed as to why I'm running, but I don't care; I just want to see my father that he is finally awake from months in a coma.
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