CLYVE
She’s a tease.
I DIDN’T know what was I thinking. My skin tingled with lust. Obviously, I was never over with her. I am stuck in this loop of raw emotions.
The moment she came with only a silk
CLYVEI LOOKED UP in the sky. The sky was better than my emotions—it was clear and blue. I couldn’t just wash it out from my system. I was terrible in moving on especially when someone I thought what we had was more than just sex.“Why—” I breathed deeply. I felt like I was going to have a panic attack. I couldn’t even b
CLYVE“KEENE, WHAT a surprise?” We hugged each other. “Please, come in.”I wasn’t expecting to see him at my door. He didn’t have the off-color anymore and seemed to look fine.If I may have guessed, this had something to do with what happened between me and Westley today.
CLYVE“YEAH, SURE IT is, and I still feel guilty as fuck. That’s why I don’t sleep around as rich kids do, Keene because this is what I don’t like—to sleep with a woman in a relationship. Yet here I am, the only person I wanted to sleep with is bloody married, and worse to my friend. Do you know how odd that sounds and how does it feel? It’s terrible! Every time I looked at Westley—God, I wanted to—” I blinked and swallowed the lump in my throat. It was clear that my attraction to her was off the chart, and our connection was nothing like I ever felt before with women
WESTLEYI WOKE up late. I had a drink with Austen last night after dinner. I was thankful he came home with me without protest, or I did not give him any choice as I was too drunk to drive, or at least that was my entire plan.I walked down the hallway toward the kitchen only to freeze in disbelief, staring at my father in front of Austen.
CLYVEDamn it!I WAS ALREADY sitting on my bed trying to grasp if I was in the state of dreaming or not, but Austen kept on calling my name from the other line.I rubbed my eye. “You okay, mate?”“I am, but, um, I n
WESTLEYI WOKE UP with the feeling that someone pulled me out of the train wrecked. My body was burning. My mouth was dry and tasted bitter. The first thing I noticed was that the room was dim-lit. I stilled as I half-opened my eyes to see a familiar figure sitting in front of me.Clyve.What the hell is going on?
CLYVETHIS MIGHT BE the worse three weeks of my life. Losing a good artist, losing a friend, and losing Westley. But life must go on as they said. So, here I was, trying to get back on track.For the last three weeks, I hadn’t got a break. I missed dinner with mum and my brother, or rather, I intended not to meet them because I knew they wouldn’t stop asking me, which I wasn’t ready to give them answers.
WESTLEYI COULDN’T REMEMBER the last pleasant meal I had or a good and long soak in the tub. When was the last time I caught a good sleep? I couldn’t even remember if what day was today, or was it day or night?I spent days in my bed for days, crying, dwelling in my pain, and my losses. I lost everyone I cared about. The only person who promised and stayed by my side was my father—the last person I expected.