...Kati POV...
It has been three weeks since I last spoke to Sebastian.
I have been trying to phone him regularly, but he has no desire to talk to me at all. He has been listening when I tell him how the chemo is going, but as for anything else, he is not interested.
My perfect life is not turning to be so perfect at all. I am still with Dylan, and I have quite fond of him. Whether I love him or not is a complete question on its own.
There is a mutual friend that has asked Sebastian and Dylan to a party tonight. We have reluctantly decided to go.
We are busy getting ready; I see as Dylan is watching me intently.
"Kati, you have no idea how that thing is making my blood boil."
"What thing?"
"That thing you call a dress."
"I do have something shorter than this."
"Fuck Kati."
