I woke up the next day alone—that I started to think that the memories of 'yesterday' were just a dream.
I was starting to panic but the stabbing pain in my head was too much to bear. I know I said that we refused to get drunk but Lucas and I got driven to the place—resulting to going back to the villa at midnight.
But wait, it's not just a dream, right?
I glanced at the side table, where a tall glass of water stood. I drank to at least ease my headache as I roamed my eyes around. I'm still at the villa but it was so peaceful, no traces of him were found.
But the messed right side of the bed was enough to tell me that I was with him—that he was not just a dream.
Now that I am a bit comforted at that, I walked inside the bathroom to brush my teeth but as I passed through the full length mirror, just beside the marbled faucet, I realized that I'm just wearing black underwear over an oversized maroon shirt.
