"You're not feeling well; let me take you to your room," Emir said with a silly smile. Ember, embarrassed and flustered, replied, "I can go myself." She felt a strange mix of anger and an inability to resist him. "Why can't I resist him?" she wondered silently. Emir whispered, "Shh! Be quiet, or you'll fall," and Ember didn't utter another word.
"Welcome back," Nana greeted them. "Nana made some light food today because Ember isn't feeling well," Emir explained, but Ember remained silent, looking embarrassed. "Okay," Nana replied.
They made their way to the room. Emir gently placed Ember on the bed, and as he looked out the window, the rain started, with thunder echoing all around the room. Ember shivered at the sound, but it wasn't the thunder that troubled her; it was the lies. "I'm going to the washroom to change," Ember said, her voice trembling.
"Okay, but if you don't feel well, just call me," Emir said softly. He leaned closer and planted a kiss on her forehead before leaving the room and closing the door.
As the door closed, Ember's pent-up emotions burst forth. She collapsed on the floor, weeping bitter tears at his cruelty. "Why? Why is he not telling me the truth? I'm so stressed. Why is he lying to me all the time? Even now, when we're in a relationship, he won't tell me who he is. I can't believe I fell for a man who doesn't even trust me, who won't even reveal his identity. If he doesn't trust me, why does he say he likes me? He's not sincere about his feelings for me, not even once. Does he think I'm someone to play around with?" These thoughts consumed her, and in her anger, she yanked the bedsheet off the bed, throwing it into a corner of the room.
The magazine that had been hidden beneath the bedsheet fell to the floor, revealing the page with Emir's picture, not Dylan's. Ember, wiping tears from her face, held the magazine and said, "You've been playing with my feelings all along. I won't forgive you." She tossed the magazine aside, ran out of the room, and left the house barefoot.
It was nighttime, and the rain was pouring heavily. Ember ran through the downpour, looking utterly miserable. The only sounds she heard were the rain's "pitter-patter," the echoing of her footsteps on the wet road, and the rapid thumping of her heart, which only added to her discomfort. Her tears didn't stop, but the rain washed them away as if trying to match her pain.