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"Hey! Why did you undress?" I said without glancing at him, only to perceive his genuine and humorous laugh. 
"What happened to you? Why do you look so scared? Oh come on, don't you dare think nasty of me". Again, with his joyful and teasing laughter. 
I just shut my mouth and ignored him. I focused my glare on the floor, shivering cold in my sopping wet dress. 
"Didn’t you say you wanted to stay for a  while, and that you don't want to go home yet? It's not good for you to stay in your soaked dress for very long. I'm serious, and I don't want you to get hypothermia. So, you better slip off that gown and hang it on the railing to dry a little. Doesn't it feel heavy?" He looks serious, delivering his point. 
He's probably right, but that seems uncomfortable. Disrobing in front of Ziggy while ogling over his naked body, it feels so awkward to me. 
He is my best friend, my hero and if there is something that is most important in my life, it is to not lose him. I tried hard not to fall in love with him because they say relationships are complicated, and being in love with your best friend and failing hurts double time. What if it's too late for me to realize that he is more than just a best friend, but really my first and only true love?

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

My 3 in 1

I don't understand why I was suddenly sad about how easy it was for him to take that and hold back from me. I was still inside the hammock and tried using my whole strength to get myself out from it myself. After I said those words to Ziggy, which also just sounds like rejecting him, it would be shameful for me to ask for his help.

However, maybe he was just naturally thoughtful and helpful. I then realized that he was already grabbing me out of the hammock by classically carrying me, like how the groom carried his bride to their honeymoon bed.

I was undeniably in a daze and felt like lying on cloud nine while I was in Ziggy's arms. If only I can stop from letting this end. If only I can be selfish for myself and ignore Ziggy's dreams. I know I also have my own dreams, but I just followed those dreams, not for my own satisfaction but only because I want to fulfill my parents' dream.

PRACTICALITY AGAINST EMOTION