(CLOE'S POV)
'I don't know what happened to me, and why did I let it happen? I've been longing for him, yes, but it's not right. I have a boyfriend, and Ziggy is about to get married to someone else. But I can't lie to myself, and I can't deny the happiness and satisfaction I felt, the comfort and the pleasure. Why on earth does such a big mess feel so right, but sh*t, it's huge havoc to both our lives.'
My clenched fist repeatedly bashing on the lavatory sink while peering at myself in the mirror. My watery eyes are starting to get baggy, reddish, and swelling. I felt so heavy and confused, and I want to shout this overwhelming emotion out, for my heart is brimming with intensity. However, all that I can afford to let go of is controlled whining, but my sobbing and sniffles are uncontrollable.
Knock! Knock!
"Best, are you okay?" Ziggy's voice makes me breathless for a while; it seems my body responds unwittingly to him.
