CLYVE

THIS MIGHT BE the worse three weeks of my life. Losing a good artist, losing a friend, and losing Westley. But life must go on as they said. So, here I was, trying to get back on track.

For the last three weeks, I hadn’t got a break. I missed dinner with mum and my brother, or rather, I intended not to meet them because I knew they wouldn’t stop asking me, which I wasn’t ready to give them answers.

After I watched Westley on TV, I also happened to Google her. Her secret of being Harry Bloom alive, and being a cam girl was not a secret anymore....