(CLOE'S POV)
I don't understand why I was suddenly sad about how easy it was for him to take that and hold back from me. I was still inside the hammock and tried using my whole strength to get myself out from it myself. After I said those words to Ziggy, which also just sounds like rejecting him, it would be shameful for me to ask for his help.
However, maybe he was just naturally thoughtful and helpful. I then realized that he was already grabbing me out of the hammock by classically carrying me, like how the groom carried his bride to their honeymoon bed.
I was undeniably in a daze and felt like lying on cloud nine while I was in Ziggy's arms. If only I can stop from letting this end. If only I can be selfish for myself and ignore Ziggy's dreams. I know I also have my own dreams, but I just followed those dreams, not for my own satisfaction but only because I want to fulfill my parents' dream.
