I didn’t know why, but we always ended up skipping breakfast. It was not like we came to our rooms late, but the thing was how Sapphire almost begged me to flirt with the bell boy to get the wi-fi password and then binge-watch all the episodes of thirteen reasons why. Sean and Brett said they’d be late and asked us to have dinner.But after we sank into the story, we only got out of it at almost 7 in the morning. I wonder how Sean even went to sleep without checking up on Sapphire. If it was any other couple, there wouldn’t have been a wonder. But since it’s Sapphire and Sean we’re talking about, I couldn’t help but wonder.We woke up around 2 in the afternoon after sleeping at 7. By the time our minds noticed the time and analysed the situation, Sapphire jumped out of her bed and went to the fetch her phone.“54 missed calls?” She wondered and looked at me with astonishment. “Sean has gone crazy!”“I don’t think so,” I said. “We haven’t seen them for like what, 20 hours maybe?”“Yea.

“I really think it’s a bad idea,” I said as we entered into the pub, panting hard and gasping for more air.“It’s not a bad idea at all,” Sapphire said, wiping the sweat off her face.“You don’t seem like yourself,” I remarked, looking at her with a smile.“What do you mean?” She asked, as we went to the bar and asked for some water.“You changed a lot,” I said. “A good change.”“Sean-” she drank some water. “-has been a bad influence on me.”“I think it’s the other way around.” I grinned at her and nudged her.She glanced back at me and grinned. She looked around for drinks and spotted one. She turned to look around at me. “Do you want to have shots?”I thought about it for a moment. It’s been ages since I last partied. And it’s also been long that I last had shots. And I’m here to enjoy, aren’t I?Moreover, there is absolutely no one I should be worried of. My mom is not here, even if she was, she wouldn’t have been worried if I took shots. She was always cool about what I did becau

Brett didn't push the subject any further. He knew that things between me and my father weren't great and that he left my mom when I was young. He was also aware of the fact that I was not looking forward to meeting my father as we haven't spoken for years.Brett understood my tension and nodded. He took my wrist in his palms and pulled me. When we were finally outside and headed to a deserted balcony, I was able to breathe. I haven't spoken to my father for years. My mom and I didn't try to know where he stayed or if he ever found the happiness he was searching for.I sucked in the fresh air and let it cool my nerves. I knew that by looking at my face, anyone could say that I'm indeed worried about something. It didn't surprise me when Brett read through me like a magazine."Are you alright?" I heard Brett ask from behind me. I sighed and turned around to look at his concerned face."I'm okay," I said. "He... I didn't expect him to be here. He caught me off guard."He nodded. "Did he

I walked inside, carrying my weak limbs to the party. I left my phone with Brett, so there was no way I'll be receiving any calls from my friends. I didn't meet my father after he left me, but the paper he gave still remained in my hand. Though I was sure I'm never going to need it or his number, I couldn't let myself throw it away or crush it in my palms.I let out a shaky breath and moved forward. All the events planned for tonight might have been over by now since I could find people saying their goodbyes and leaving. I was curious, about why my father and his family attended today's event. Were they one of the sponsors? Might be. I wouldn't be half surprised even if I learn that my father now owns private jets. Things happen way too quickly for people who can find it within themselves to easily move on from the past."Chloe!" I heard someone yell for me, making a few heads snap at the source of the voice.I furrowed my brows and turned around, only to meet a pair of angry eyes. "W

I looked behind into the charmless void, contemplating if I have any more time to back off. The same thing kept running in my mind, if I could back off now, or if I could just postpone it for a few more seconds. Though I racked my brain for all the possibilities of excusing myself from this, I couldn't find how.I let out a shaky breath, and tightened the scarf around my neck. This way, my neck will be forced to stay erect and not bend down. I can also ensure that I'm not oddly squirming around people and that I can confidently look at them in the eye and speak.I gulped before slowly bringing my hand up to knock on the door. But before I could, I went against it. Maybe I can just ring the bell? Or wait, is there a bell? I tried to search for it but realized I should be not wasting any more time since Brett is alone in the car. I should get this over with, as soon as possible.With a very brief pause again, I knocked on the door. Unsure of whether it was audible, I knocked again, this