"If I knew you would betray my trust this way, I wish I had never saved you on the rooftop in the first place."
Dharvey felt like her heart was hit with a bullet. She also felt cold water fall on her—a series of mixed emotions swirling deep within her.
"A-Arlo… do you mean that?"
Arlo didn't say a word. He just sighed, picked up the t-shirt from the floor and had shoved it to her, only giving her an instruction that wasn't even an answer to her question.
"Wear clothes, Dharvey. I have to go home."
Feeling embarrassed, Dharvey shook her head, giving the shirt back to Arlo.
"But it's your shirt and—"
"Just wear the fucking shirt, Dhav! I don't want to see you naked when your clothes are way over there!"
Dharvey's body jolted in fear. Stifling her sobs, she wore the shirt of Arlo, her head lowered down in shame as she apologized to him over and over again, regretting that something happened between them.
