The next day, I was in the lounge, staring at my cup of tea, losing my mind. Each time I think I was getting closer to Eileen, I pull us apart badly.

Gritting my teeth, I wanted to call Eileen back but I had no idea what I would say to ease her the anguish I invoked at my outraged statement.

Plus, I broke my phone.

Sighing, I didn’t know what to do, I needed to divert my mind and to enhance my tension, Sufiyan came.

“What happened? You seem distressed.” He asked casually, taking a seat, using his phone.

“Sufiyan…” I called him with a long sigh.

“Hmm?”

“Why...