“You can call me when you’re lonely. I’ll be your temporary fix.”

Those were the words that he said to me and it was plain simple, he wanted nothing but s*x and I wanted nothing more than to.

I was the kind of girl who was too scared of falling in love again because I feel like there is something more in life than being mournful over a guy who never actually gave a hell. I deserve something more than pain and misery over a stupid heartbreak. Since then, I got too scared of commitment that I no longer wanted to be in one. I wanted fun and I wanted to feel like I am alive again.

He was the kind of guy who was too busy for permanent relationships. The superstar that all women wanted to bang with. The kind of guy who would have any girls kneel in front of him because well, he is that kind of guy. He was a guy with a hectic schedule, sold out world tours, drinking champagne in private jets, holding a mic in one hand, and conquering all over the world in the other.

Maybe I needed someone to show me how to live again and he needed someone to show me how to love.

You Can Call Me

　　I groan as I began to shift on the mattress.


　　I feel my head so heavy as soon as I slightly opened my eyes. It felt as if some piles and piles of blocks were taped on top of my forehead overnight or someone must have slapped me with a plywood on my face from last night.


　　God I'm having massive headache and I just woke up. I don't even feel like leaving my bed or my apartment today. I felt my headache coming from the back of my head, down to my nape, up to my temples, to my eyebrows and down to the inner corners of the eyes. It felt like my head was going to burst. But aside from headache, I also feel intensely thirsty, like my throat had run dry and I haven't had water for three years.


CHAPTER 185 : "Saviour"