My Own Way.

Yvonne paced back and forth in her apartment, her heels turning sharply against the tiled floor.

Her phone was clenched tightly in her hand, her knuckles white as she stared at the screen. She had just placed a call through, but it was unreachable, and with how desperate she was now, she really needed to get to him.

Finally, her phone rang, and within a split second, she answered it.

"Let's meet. Come over to the address that has been sent to you."

With that, the call ended, and she wasted no second before leaving the house.

As she got there, she pushed the door open and found him sitting nonchalantly against the chair.

"It's been ages, yet nothing from you!" She broke out.

"Calm down," Jacob said, his voice seemingly uncaring.

"Calm down?" she thought bitterly, her jaw clenched. "It’s been over a year!" she shouted at him.

"I’ve waited. I’ve been patient. But I’m tired of waiting, Jacob! I deserve better than this!" Her voice cracked with emotion, but Jacob offered no response.

In