A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

This is a continuation of chapter 65

Godt's POV

I was actually tempted to leave Bas' cabin when I stood up from his bed to switch off the light, but in the end I could not do it. I hated myself for the fact that even though I knew that BamBam was still very much on his mind, I couldn't stay away from Bas. Why, I asked myself in mixed frustration and desperation, why did I have to go and fall for someone who obviously did not return my feelings.

I resigned myself to the fact that I had a masochistic streak in my system and climbed back into Bas' bed after I switched off the light.

"Good night, Bas," I whispered to him before lying on my side with my back towards him.

"Good night, P'Godt," he whispered back, and then suddenly I felt him move closer to put his arm around me.

I schooled myself not to shift position to face him. I kept myself motionless with my eyes closed tight.

We stayed that way until morning.

Bas was still sleeping like a baby when I awakened. I quietly made my way to the bathroom and did all my morning routine.

When I was all ready to walk out of Bas' cabin, I decided to at least wake him up before leaving him.

"Bas," I whispered in his ear.

No response. I shook him gently.

"Bas," I said his name once more, this time a little above a whisper.

"Mmmmmm......" Bas made a sleepy sound, "let me sleep a little more, BamBam my love."

And with those words, Bas shifted position sleepily, turning his face to the wall.

"If you want to catch some breakfast you better get up now and finish all your morning rituals," I said, "do you want me to wait for you here, or do you want me to reserve a table for us in the Breakfast Hall?"

I tried to keep my voice even. I tried not to let the hurt show in my voice and actions.

"What time is it?" he asked, his voice still heavy with sleep.

"It's a little more than a half hour before they stop serving," I glanced at my phone screen before replying.

"I won't take long with my morning preparations," he said, "but it's probably best that you go ahead and reserve a table for us."

"Very well then," I said, standing up to leave, "see you in a little bit."

I made my way to the Breakfast Hall, my stomach already starting to grumble for much needed nourishment.

I did not fall in line with the other diners for the breakfast special of the day. Honey baklava was too sweet for me and I wasn't in the mood for something sweet this morning. Instead I went to the usual area in the Breakfast Room where assorted breakfast items were laid out on a long table.

I scooped some scrambled eggs on my plate and some slices of glazed ham and two pieces of toast on which I spread some marmalade.

I had barely set down my breakfast tray on the table when I saw Bas rushing into the Breakfast Room. I raised my hand to catch his attention. He nodded and pointed to the line of diners to indicate that he was going to get some of the honey baklava from the sous chef who was proudly handing them over to the diners.

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I went over to the beverage section and made myself a cup of coffee with hazelnut creamer but no sugar.

As I made my way back to my table I wondered how long I could keep up this pretense between Bas and me. He was still obviously in love with his ex and was using me to fill the void. I must be out of my mind to let him continue to string me along.

He brought his breakfast tray to our table, his plate loaded with several cuts of the honey baklava.

I grimaced as he bit into one of those sickly sweet pastries.

"Don't worry, P'Godt," he said with a laugh, "my green tea is laced with lemon juice so it will neutralize the sugar."

I shrugged and took a sip of my creamed coffee.

I debated in my mind whether I should confront him about calling me by his ex's name. He must have been dreaming of him just before I tried to wake him up earlier.

I decided against it. I thought that taking on a controversial topic over a meal was not a healthy thing to do. It almost always negatively affected one's digestive system.

"What are your plans for the rest of the day?"

My thoughts were disrupted by Bas' question.

"What are yours?" I countered.

"Not sure," he replied, "maybe I should check out the program of daily activities that's posted in the foyer."

His use of the word "I" instead of "we" to check out the program of daily activities did not escape my notice.

"Go ahead and do that after breakfast," I said, "I will retire to my cabin and take a mid morning nap."

"But you just woke up!" Bas protested, "you're gonna sleep again?"

"I did not sleep a wink last night," I confessed to Bas, and it was true. I had kept awake all night nursing the pain in my chest, calling myself all kinds of fool for not just walking away and finding myself someone who had no emotional baggage to deal with. It was not until daybreak when I finally succumbed to sleep.

We finished our breakfast in silence and I glanced at Bas from time to time, wondering what was going on in his mind. Was he thinking of getting back with BamBam after this vacation? Was he thinking of calling him up and making plans to see him again while he was on his own after breakfast?

I stood up without realizing what I was doing.

"Where are you going?" asked Bas.

"Oh, nowhere," I replied, sitting back down, "For a second I didn't realize that you haven't finished your breakfast."

Bas gave me a quizzical look. "Go ahead, P'Godt, I can see the tiredness on your face. I'm almost finished with breakfast anyway."

"If you don't mind," I said, standing up again.

"No, I don't," he said with a smile and his smile and his answer hurt me because I knew that he was speaking the truth. He truly didn't mind my absence.

I went back to my cabin to catch up on much needed sleep. By the time I woke up it was way past lunchtime. I decided to just buy myself a hot cup of ramen noodles from the vending machine and brought it back to my cabin.

I felt silly imagining myself in a romance drama scene where one of the spurned lovers is sitting somewhere, shoving some food into his mouth while tears are streaming down his cheeks, because that was exactly what was happening to me right now.

I discarded the empty styrofoam bowl and the used plastic fork into the trash bin and decided to leave my lonely cabin to get some much needed fresh sea air in the open deck.

I paced the open deck for some time before walking over to the railing and staring out into the ocean. I breathed in the sea air and exhaled, trying to let the pain out of my system with every exhalation.

Then I walked over to one of the benches that lined the walls of the open deck. I sat down on one and took out my phone and ear pieces from my pocket.

I didn't know how long I sat there, listening to sad ballads. All I knew was that I had sat there until the sky started to grow dim.

I knew I couldn't face having dinner by myself. I wondered what Bas was doing at this time. He had not attempted to call me even once since I left him after breakfast.

Suddenly I remembered Gunnapat. I wondered how he was doing, how he was dealing with his sprained ankle. I felt guilty that I had never bothered to check back on him since the last time that I had helped him to his cabin after he got treated for it at the infirmary.

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I decided to give him a call.