I walk back to my car with tears flowing down my face. I wipe them away furiously. He doesn't deserve my tears. I should be the one breaking up with him, he cheated, now I am the one who messed this up? Screw him. I open my car and drive home.

Before entering, I wipe away any traces of what happened because I don't want Jade to worry about me on top of what she is already going through. Ugh, this is exactly what he means, I don't want anyone to know about my problems, or even about me. But I am not about to feel bad for him, it's not my fault I am insecure and inhibited.

I walk through the door and find Jade awake, eating the breakfast I had cooked earlier. She looks at me like she knows I went to Asher's to throw a fit. I head to the bathroom without saying a word to her. I splash some water onto my face to calm myself down. I exit the bathroom, like nothing happened and sit down to eat.

"You never told me you broke up with Asher?" I demand.

"I was regretting it." She says in a low tone, "I also didn't want you to worry about me." She adds.

"I am not, I know you are amazing, and Asher can go to hell." In my mind, I know that my anger wasn't entirely towards Asher.

Jade is surprised to see me this riled up over her problems, "What happened?" At one point, I was the biggest Jasher- corny, right?- fan out there, hearing me say that is a sign that something is surely wrong.

"Nothing." I say. "I just hate that he cheated." I answer vaguely. She isn't satisfied but doesn't question me further.

We have a typical post-breakup fun day, at least she thinks she is the only one who broke up with her boyfriend. We watch soapy movies and cry when the characters face hardships, watch some comedy afterwards, play games, eat too much sugar, paint each other's nails and act as childishly as we can because we can and no guys can ruin our happy place.

Jade goes home a little before midnight and I am left alone. I am unable to sleep, not with my mind swimming with split opinions, one saying Kystan is right and another backing up my anger towards him. I tune out both and direct my anger toward adding pizzazz on the designs which I have present tomorrow in the morning.

I finish all of them at around four in the morning, I have no chance of sleeping right now. Instead, I go to bathe. I turn the water to cold so that at least it can keep me awake long enough to go through with the presentation. The person I see in the mirror looks so tired, so miserable and I don't want to look like that. I grab my make-up box and put as much makeup on to cover up the bags under my eyes and the general exhaustion in my features. When I am done, I look caked up but I hope no one notices.

I stop at a café to get some caffeine in my system for good measure. Cynthia notices the change but she is too busy to spare even a minute, which is good if you ask me, I don't want to lie to her as well.

The presentations happen in the West meeting room on the third floor. I get my stuff up there without dropping or tearing anything. I stand there waiting for my turn. I am getting nervous by the minute.

I start pacing unconsciously, because the caffeine is wearing off fast and I might not be as energized as I want to be when they actually call me in.

"Liza Murray." A guy I vaguely know calls me in. As I am gathering my things, my eyes catch sight of someone I don't want to see. Rather two of them. I guess Kystan took my words seriously and ran to Belle after our fight.

They are nestled in the doorway, standing quite too close, talking. Could they make it more obvious? Energy I didn't have before emerges from the resentment which has reemerged. I storm off into the room.

My presentation goes well, regardless of where I got the vigor, it worked in my favor. I hope they like my designs as much as I do.

I go back downstairs to wait for the results and pack my belongings. After all, this is my last day here. I hope Kystan is happy, he won't have to see me anymore. As I am packing, many of my colleagues from the design team come over and say goodbye and some even give me endearing souvenirs. I feel like crying, these months have passed so quickly, I can't believe it's over already.

After thirty minutes they invite us back to the meeting room to announce the results. I stand with my fellow interns and wait to hear who got through. They announce the first two who immediately sigh in relief and exit the room. Three of us are left and only one can go through. When all hope is lost, they call my name!

I am beyond surprised and also thankful. I leave to tell Cynthia. She can't stop smiling and telling me how great it will be to have me around when we attend London fashion week.

Cynthia helps me with my boxes as I go downstairs. "You have to call me constantly." She says imperatively.

"I will."

"You don't work with me anymore, but don't you dare forget me." She orders but I can see tears swimming in her eyes.

"I won't. I'll call you more times than you care to reply." She hugs me and sheds a tear or two before we separate and she puts my stuff in my car.

She walks back into the building. I sit in my car for a while looking at the building I've grown so fond of. I drive out of the parking lot and head home to prepare for the party.

I want to play dirty tonight; I know Kystan will be at the club and I want to taunt him. I find a short, low cut, golden sequin dress, one that you can't miss in a crowd, and add black knee-length leather boots. I put on a hauntingly red lipstick, and let my hair hang down in luscious waves.

I drive to the Tale bar a bit late. There are people on cues despite it being a Monday. I join the queue but a rich looking man comes and offers to take me in. I agree. Once inside, he asks to buy me a drink but I decline before he gets the idea that I want to go home with him, which I obviously don't.

I join my colleagues. Cynthia arrives a little later, I hear her instantly despite the loud music because of her loud laugh.

She walks over and takes a seat besides me, "Girl, you're blinding me." She exclaims while covering her eyes.

I laugh but can't help rolling my eyes as well.

"You look stunning." She starts playing with the sequins on my dress. I slap her hand away before she makes them loose.

"Thanks. You look gorgeous as well." She is dressed in a red sleeveless turtle-neck dress with an opening at the chest showing cleavage. It reaches on her knees and is tight enough to showcase her round hips and beautiful figure.

"Kystan is gonna drop when he sees you." She adds with excitement but I can't get myself to muster up enough enthusiasm about that.

"I hope he does." I answer, in my mind, I am thinking, I hope he drops dead.

She picks up on my somber mood but before she inquires about it, I beat her to the punch, "Who are you trying to bedazzle?" I ask pointedly. As long as I've known Cynthia, she hasn't had a date let alone a boyfriend.

"Nobody." She answers, "I just want to look good." I believe it when she says so.

"Do you want to go get our drinks?"

She nods and follows me to the bar. We place our orders and stand there waiting for our drinks to be ready. A couple of guys try to hit on us but we reject them, on my part, it's just not time yet. After getting drinks, we head back to the table and she fills me in on some office gossip.

Arms hug me from behind, I look up and come face to face with Luca's smiling face. I instantly smile, I was afraid he wouldn't talk to me anymore after all the drama I caused for his best friends. I turn around and hug him properly. "What's with the shining?" He asks with amazement.

I get up and turn in a circle for him to get the whole view, "Do you like the look?" I ask playfully.

"You look like a star." He answers and pinches my cheek. I scowl at him and sit down.

"You're annoying." I say and he laughs.

He turns to Cynthia, "Hi Cycy."

Cynthia looks at a loss for words, she roughly squeezes out an answer before she has embarrassed herself too much, "Hello." Luca leaves for his table afterwards. "He called me Cycy." She says with a squeal. I think she has a crush on Luca!

"I know." I join in her squeals.

I feel eyes on me. I turn around slowly and catch Kystan staring at me. He takes his gaze away the moment our eyes meet. That's exactly what I wanted, I want him to keep his eyes on me.

I slowly grab my drink and first make sure he is watching, which he is trying to do discreetly but failing, and I take a sip and make sure to leave a lipstick mark on the glass. I bite my lip before I take another sip. I carry on talking with Cynthia but make sure to keep attracting his eyes as much as I can. When my glass is empty, I excuse myself and get up, I sway my hips sensually until I reach the bar and sit beside a guy I don't even know.

The guy at the bar turns to me and instantly grins, an unpleasant grin, honestly. He offers to buy me a drink and I accept flirtatiously. While I wait for my drink, I can see him scooting closer. To an observer, I am enjoying this conversation, no matter how much I wish it could be over soon. He tries to put his hand on my hip but I grab it before it reaches there and squeeze it hard all the way back to his own lap.

Finally, my drink comes. I pick it up and jump out of the stool. I inch closer to the scumbag and whisper in his ear in a pleasant voice, "Don't dare try to touch me again." I blow a kiss for good measure and sashay back to my seat. As I am taking my seat, I look in Kystan's direction and our eyes meet again. My act affected him immensely; he looks annoyed and maybe disappointed. I simply focus all my attention on the group I am sitting with.

After a few minutes, Cynthia proposes to go dance. I follow her to the dance floor and we sway to the music. I was formally introduced to Kystan here the first time, and I danced here that time. It's shocking how things have turned so sour for us. When a guy comes to dance with me, I let him. I don't turn him down when his hand grasps my waist.

I see Kystan approaching, I wait anxiously for him to come and take me away.

He doesn't stop when he reaches us. He intentionally bumps into and continues on his way.

I wait for him to turn around and take me with him but he keeps on walking until he disappears out the door. The guy I was dancing with tries to resume our dance but I am not in the mood anymore. I push him away from me and go back to my seat. I collect my things and hurry outside with hopes that I may catch up to Kystan before he has gone too far.

I look around the bar but I can't see him nor his car. I walk down the block but he is still not there. I turn around dejected and go to my car. I turn on the radio and 'To Die For by Sam Smith' comes on. Why is this song so accurate right now? Between the sad, but true, lyrics of the song and my messed up life, tears fall down my cheeks. Why did I think that was a great idea?

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