My shoe.

"Please don't go to Orlan!"

Those four simple little statements made Orlan stop walking on the spot, as he glared at me with a questioning gaze.

"Do you hate me now?" I find myself asking because I can't tolerate this cold Orlan.

He closes his eyes tight and he seems to be thinking for a while before he finally reopens his eyes.

"I have some things to take care of," Orlan said, and he sounded polite and at the same time, he sounded formal.

Orlan has never talked to me formally, so seeing him behave like this just hurt my heart.

Orlan turned around and made his way towards the door.

It was as if he doesn't want to see me in his presence and that he also doesn't want to have anything to do with me.

I was so hurt that my fragile heart couldn't help but become torn.

"Orlan!" I called out his name as I ran towards him, and wrapped my hands around his waist.

I was expecting to get a reaction from Orlan but to my surprise, Orlan behaved like someone who has no feelings.

Or