(Chloe's POV)

I live because I have a purpose. I don't just breathe, I don't just move and I don't just speak. Everything I do must have a purpose.

When I got home to the condo, I had nothing else to do but hide in my cold room. I never thought of holding grudges against anyone. I am also the only one who is restless when I instil anger in other people. But why does it has to be me? What have I done?

The cold sheet of my bed tells me that I'm alone. I'm fine alone. All along. But it also feels good to be with someone. You...