THE sound of the clock over my head was too disturbing to listen to. It's been two hours since I woke up this morning.
I had my morning routine. Showered, brushed my teeth, combed my long, black hair and put on the very first piece of cloth I found from my luggage. I tried to go back to sleep instead of pampering my hunger. I sang a silent song as I lay down on the bed. My hips hurt from tilting, finding the right position so I could stop my stomach from growling. I'm really hungry. I could imagine that steamy Arroz caldo cooked by the arsehole outside my room. It smokes in the air and the smells of the fresh chicken and ginger spice. Added with some boiled eggs and a pinched of salt.
"Ah! Damn it!"
I turned around and felt sorry for myself. If only Fiore was here, he would serve me like a princess. He's not going to let me starve like this.
I sighed as I thought of a place where Fiore could be by this time. What is he doing right now? Perhaps he's dying of hunger, wondering why I cheated on him with his best friend. How could he live a normal life when the woman he was about to marry betrayed him?
He'll be telling me to get up and eat at this point. To always take care of myself, even if he isn't nearby. He was the type of person who would defend you in any way he could. He was there to reassure me that everything would be fine.
I felt a prickle inside my heart. Those years we've been together was always perfect. We had so many dreams.
My eyes suddenly welled up with tears. They flow again and fill my face until I couldn't breathe any longer.
God, I miss Fiore. When I closed my eyes, his handsome face appeared. Fiore is still a good man who simply left me and did not physically harm me. If it had been another man, I would have been slapped across the face, beaten, or killed.
He didn't even hurt Xylon in any way. He didn't touch him because he valued their friendship so much. He didn't do anything that would make his patience or kindness wane. He's a man of integrity. How did I inadvertently betray him?
I wiped my eyes with a tissue. What will become of our wedding now? What will I say to Aunt Pat? To Fiore's family? To our friends? That Fiore found out I was having sex with another man and decided he didn't want to marry me anymore? What kind of moron would take me seriously after learning what I did? And Fiore is not stupid.
What Xylon and I had done was evident in his two eyes. Even though I had no idea it was Xylon, the way I acted said it all. There was no coercion. There were no screams. There is no refusal. My body had betrayed me.
I closed my eyes and leaned back at the headboard. Maybe there is still hope. Fiore might even forgive me. Although it's impossible, I will ask Xylon to explain everything to him. Although I knew the bastard had no conscience, he might still have mercy on me. Or to Fiore, his best friend.
I stood up and decided to leave the room. I looked for Xylon. I heard a sound coming from the kitchen and saw him including every muscle in his body.