I am Lola

Derek's point of view:

The three days passed by like a blur. I couldn't stop thinking about Lola and how she had promised to call me.

I waited anxiously for her call, checking my phone every few minutes, but the call never came.

I knew I was getting desperate. I had never felt this way before.

Desperation kills, they say, and I was aware of that, but damn it, this woman made me a wreck. I couldn't think straight.

A part of me had a sinking feeling that she would never call me.

The thought made me anxious because I wanted her as much as I had ever wanted anything before.

During those three days, I sold off my old bike and stashed the huge bulk in Lola's mailbox.

It was my way of showing her that I was grateful to her for saving my life from that accident.

I hadn't laid sight of her for some days, and I was cool with that. I respected her privacy.

As I was going through some stuff on my laptop, my new motorbike arrived. I had been waiting for this moment for weeks.

The doorbell rang