9

                                    

                                          
Year 2016
                          
"Ugh"
                          
Suzy woke up groaning with a torturous throbbing inside her head. But the horrible headache wasn't what had awakened her.
                          
She rushed to the bathroom only to be retching what little dinner she had had the previous day; throwing up in an empty stomach was an entirely different kind of agony. Splashing cold water over her face had helped her quite a bit, but she was feeling dizzy all of a sudden and she needed to go back on her bed and lie down.
                          
She was groaning in pain and agony, cursing the moment she'd decided to dunk herself in so much booze. Never had she felt a hangover this horrid.
                          
There was only one cure for a hangover: more alcohol.
                          
She'd stood up to get another bottle from her stack when the buzzing from her phone interrupted her feat.
                          
1 message from Clingy Popstar.
                          
Suzanna had to do a double take when she saw the notification on her phone. How did he even get her number?
                          
Good morning, hope the hangover isn't bad.
                          
She could see that there were more messages, messages that she'd replied to. The realisation finally dawned onto her: her drunken self had betrayed her yet again.
                          
There was one message however that caught her attention.
                          
You're devilishly charming and sinfully sexy, I agree.
                          
Dear lord... what had she done. Granted, she wasn't lying; but she had earnest intentions of pushing the guy away, complementing him was no way in favour of her intentions. Her heart seemed to be hammering inside her chest all of a sudden.
                          
It wasn't me you were talking to yesterday, one of my friends stole my phone and was just messing with you.
                          
There, perfectly handled. She thought she'd dodged a bloody bullet with that one.
                          
So your friend was messing with me and then you decided to call me and have a nice conversation?
                          
She immediately checked her call logs only to find out that she'd called him yesterday, they had talked for about half an hour. Ugh...
                          
You did tell me that you'll be denying all of it this morning.
                          
The smug ass must be smirking at the phone, thinking he'd one-upped her yet again. By now her head was pounding and she was feeling nauseous again. Stupid alcohol.
                          
Why are you so obsessed with me?
                          
Sweetheart, based on our talk yesterday, I'd say you're the one obsessed.
                          
She could imagine the goof smirking with that dimple peeking on his cheek, it was strangely making her feel... giddy? She wasn't used to the feeling, but the lightness and the tingling sensation she felt could only account to one thing.
                          
His words had gotten her tongue-tied, it was certainly a rare occurrence and Suzanna was surprised anyone had that in them... to get her tongue tied. The man was rather special after all.
                          
Year:2023
                          
Haven could see that Suzanna was now a shell of a woman she used to be. She was broken and there was only one person who could help her find herself, help her heal. But for some unfathomable reason, they were torturing themselves with this separation, rendering her  broken. She was sure that he must be going through the same thing.
                          
The whirlwind of rage and remorse in Suzy's eyes made Haven's heart pound; not with fear, but with despair. Her pain was almost palpable as she tried to avoid meeting Haven's eyes with her moist ones, gulping repeatedly to get rid of the lump stuck in her throat.