#Chapter93
LARISA'S POV
/"Why?/" I asked, taking my eyes away from the food and slowly turned to stare at him.
/"Didn't you hear me earlier? Our vacation isn't going well so why stay longer?/"
He does have a point. It was going nothing as we planned.
But when will I get to see him again? I don't think he is planning to come to America anytime soon. My eyes blurred with tears, but I quickly stared at the ceiling to suck them back in.
I stared back at the food and took the tray off my lap before getting off the bed. /"Larisa? Where are you going? You haven't finished your food yet./"
/"I'm done with the food./" I replied lowly before entering the bathroom and shutting the door. I slide down the door.