As I sat in my cosy living room sipping my coffee, I could not help but remember the events of that fateful night. After that, bit by bit, I began to recall the events that took place that night, and it dawned on me that I was the one that threw myself at him. As I took a sip of my morning coffee I tried my best to think of everything, but that night, it had been a month and a half since it happened, but I still could not get my mind off it. What made it much worse was that my heart could not help but race anytime I remembered that night. Just as promised, I tried my best to avoid Mathiel, and even when Mariah invited me on multiple occasions, I always found silly excuses to reject her invitation. However, it always left me feeling guilty.
My phone chimed, startling me from my thoughts.
