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Win's POV

I let Kay lead me back to my unit.

I felt embarrassed that I had unthinkingly ran after Bright, leaving Kay my guest behind. What was I thinking.

"I'm sorry," I turned to Kay after I bolted the front door.

"It's okay," Kay replied. "I'm sure it was an automatic reaction, like a knee jerk reflex. Don't worry, Win, I understand."

"You can spend the rest of the night with me instead of in the guest room," I offered.

"Are you sure?" Kay asked, the expression of pleasant surprise all over his face.

"Of course, I'm sure," I replied, grabbing his wrist and leading him back to my bed.

Once we lay in bed, though, my thoughts immediately flew to Bright.

What was Bright thinking? What did he conclude upon seeing Kay with me in my unit.

He must be jumping to all the wrong conclusions by now.

"Win?"

"Huh?" I had totally forgotten that Kay was lying in bed beside me.

"Um ... I guess, good night," he said. "Are we leaving the bedside lamp on or do you want me to turn it off?"

"I usually prefer the room to be in total darkness," I replied. "But if you prefer to leave the night lamp on, I have no problem with it."

"I'm alright either way," Kay said, already sitting up and reaching for the switch to the bedside lamp.

In the next second, the room was plunged in total darkness.

"Good night, Win," Kay said.

He had turned to me at the exact same time that I turned to him to wish him good night.

Our faces were so close that I could feel his breath on my cheek.

I felt his arm slowly enveloping me.

I did not protest when I felt his lips on mine.

I automatically kissed him back but for some reason my mind kept replaying the image of Bright at my front door staring wide eyed at me and Kay and then quickly turning away, but not before I caught the hurt and bitterness in his moist eyes.

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Bright's POV

I felt some dark force pulling me towards the ledge of the rooftop.

My mind was telling me to stop walking but my feet kept moving even though they felt heavy like they were dragging a wrecking ball.

I had left my suitcase where I first stood and then I kept walking.

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally reached the ledge.

I felt the icy cold night air rush against my face, entering my nostrils, filling my lungs.

I bent forward against the ledge and looked down on the street below. I noticed a white van parked beside the curb.

I also noticed that if I stepped over the ledge there was still a narrow flooring beside it as if to give someone like me a chance to think things through before embracing the nothingness.

Well, maybe I can just sit on the ledge and let my feet dangle while I enjoyed the cool night air.

With that in mind I lifted one leg over the ledge.

"BRIIIIIIIIIGHT ! ! !  Fuck you, Bright! Come back here, you idiot!!!"

I turned around but I had turned around too quickly and lost my footing.