You know what, eversince the day that I have met her, the lady whose name is still unknown to me, she who happens to know Vernon in an extent that I couldn't have thought; I've never imagined to be in the position to ever relate to her.

Hearing her words, seeing her that way, I sort of saw myself. Because, in some way, I've dealt the things that she was going through at that moment.

My boyfriend cheated on me, I was hurt so I cried, I went to a club and got miserably drunk to the point where I couldn't remember anything the next day. I did those because I still needed him.

If I were to judge already, that was what she was in the moment as well. I felt like I could put myself on her shoes and understand her completely, yet, at the same, I felt so pathetic knowing that I'm the one who she sees as the person who Vernon is cheating with, which is in fact right.

I felt sorry for her because how hard would it have felt like seeing the person she loves being in someone else's embrace, to see that person looking at someone else the way he looked at her, and to see that person kissing someone else.

I looked down from facing her and fished for my phone inside my pocket. I messaged Vernon the address and name of the bar and also told him to come as soon as he could.

I wiped the right side of my cheek with my forefinger when a tear dropped on the screen of my phone. I sniffed as a way to try to hold back myself from crying, before looking back up at her.

I sat unmoving there for the next minutes, still battling with myself from the tears. She continued to tell me all about Vernon and the things that they did together, she looked so happy and I didn't have the strength to listen, but the more I try to disregard her voice, the more I was all ears.

I would look around from time to time, hoping that Vernon will show up from somewhere around the crowd. And then in a matter of more minutes, he had finally arrived. Our eyes met, then I saw his messy hair, from a disoriented look that shifted into a relieved one, and he was breathless.

He walked towards our table and stood himself beside where I was seated. "I took off as early as I could.", He said, still catching his breath. "Is there anything wrong?", He seemed really worried. Perhaps that's why he was breathless, because he ran, because he was worried. But I didn't included her at the message I sent him though.

He scanned my surrounding, and seeing her sitting across me, he was taken aback, and I was also confused, because he had just realized now that she was actually there. . ?

His gaze turned back to me with a questioning look.

"I don't know where to take her, so I was hoping you could bring her somewhere she's familiar.", I told him, and I tried my best to not meet his eyes. He just looked at me, his face spoke sadness, confusion, worry and so much more that I couldn't bring myself anymore to describe.

"Vernon. . ?", Vernon and I looked at her when she said his name. I bit my lower lip, knowing it's about time now for them to have their own space.

Vernon immediately went closer to her when she tried to stood up, he held her hands and helped her stay seated on her chair. "It's alright, Cath. I'm going to take you out of here."

I finally got to catch her name. I didn't want it to be in this way or any way, I was alright with not knowing her name nor not meeting her at all, yet there it was, she's Cath.

I stood up and it caught his attention. I took a deep breath as I looked at him. "I'm gonna head out first. Thanks for helping me out.", I smiled at him, and I swear, the muscles on my face were shivering by how it contradicted so much.

"What about you?", I didn't say anything though I was asking the same thing about myself. His eyes were shaking and I could tell that he was torn about two things. "I can. . I can take you back to your room, if. . if you wouldn't mind waiting for—"

"I can manage myself. And she needs your assistance way more than I do.", I took about three steps forward. ".", I gave him a smile for the last time, that time, it wasn't so hard. I continued taking steps, walking past through them and heading for the exit.

Today was, certainly, not it. I exhaled through my mouth, because prevented tears are literally suffocating me. It was just getting harder and harder every second I'm trying not to cry as I was anxious and out in public, and the more I get farther from the bar, and the fact that I don't know now whatever was happening to them.

I practically went out to come out from my suffocating room just to get suffocated even more. The whole world is precisely suffocating when you've got no one.

The first step I took back inside my hotel room was a huge exhale, the second step was a gulp, and the third step was me already flooding my cheeks with tears, then the next couple steps was the way for me to reach the bed.

Jealousy is seriously killing me; yet, at the same time, I feel like I did the right thing.

Yes, I did choose the most fair choice. I was just trying to help out, partially because I knew what she felt like. It must not be something I regret doing; but, hell, I am so envious, both of them and of her.

I found myself knocking on his door the next day. The only thing I knew is that I saw his black shirt, that I remembered washing the other day, folded on top of the table beside my bed, and without much thought about the fact that I'm actually going to meet him with my own will, I went to his floor, holding his shirt with my nervous fast pounding heart.

The door opened which in an instant instinctively placed a slight smile on my lips.

He was still wearing the clothes he had on yesterday, it was eleven in the morning and he seemed to have just woken up. He was surprised alright, but frankly, the look on his eyes told me more that he was scared-surprised than just being normal-surprised.

I brought up my hand and offered his black shirt. "I just came by to bring you this. You kind of left it the other day.", I had to bring my arm even higher for me to catch his attention because he was just looking at me with a incredibly perplexed look.

He was the type of person whom will catch your attention almost in an instant in a sea full of people and you'll not be able to take your eyes off him because he's the only one you could see, yet, after a glimpse of a lady behind her, in spite of who it was, knowing the fact that it was inside his hotel room, my eyes were nowhere else but on Cath who is now walking closer behind him.

Vernon glanced beyond his shoulder, and I judged that it wasn't even a complete look, he immediately diverted his gaze back at me and took a step towards me, which I countered with a step back.

"L—Liv, no. . It's not what you think."

How I'm so sick of hearing that sentence.

Rolling my eyes and gritting my teeth, I turned around and walked as fast as I could to get as far away as I could get from them in a non-stifling amount of time.

I don't know if I was in the right position to get mad, but I was. I was aggravated for reasons that I couldn't bring my baffled and messed up mind to make know about.

As I stood still inside the lift, only then have I realized that I didn't had the chance to actually bring back Vernon's shirt.

I felt too numb to feel anything against my skin. And that very moment was the perfect time to regret coming by to his place when it wasn't even that necessary.