Far from all the chaos, in a dimly lit club, Eve stood alone, watching people her age laugh and dance with their partners. It wasn't her first time in a club, nor her second but every time she came, it felt the same. She never found her rhythm. No matter how much she tried to blend in, it always felt like she didn't belong in this noisy, chaotic world.
She tried dating, more than once, but every time a guy got close, she would see Syres in his face, and just like that, everything would fall apart.
If only there were a cure for this love-sickness. She thought staying away from him for a while might help, but it only made her feel even lonelier. She missed him so badly it felt like she would shatter if she didn't see him again. That was why she had agreed to the yacht vacation in the first place.
