The moon shone brightly at the night sky through the window. It was 8PM and everyone was outside having a bonfire but Victoria decided to stay in her cabin to rest her ankle. Victoria kept on tossing around on her bed thinking what happened earlier with a light tint of pink on her cheeks. The way he held her earlier still haunts her. His scent still lingers on her nostrils as if he was there. She grabbed a pillow and covered her face.

What if he still loves me?

That thought kept running on her mind.

Don't fool yourself Vic, he has Tiffany, he doesn't want you anymore.

A voice spoke into her mind. Closing her eyes tightly and let out a muffled groan. Feeling irritated, she kicked her foot in the air and sat up once again looking at the full moon.

Then why does it feel like

-- Like what? Love you again. Wake up Vic!

A voice interrupted her thoughts once again. Breathing in deeply "Put yourself together Victoria. Move on! Move on!" All of her senses have one goal, it is for her to move on and stop hurting herself for loving a man who has another lover already. However, there is this one who opposes everything they're putting into her mind. It is her heart, 'If you love him, fight for him.' 

Why can't it just be me?

She lay down on her bed and puff some air as she covers with a blanket. A sudden knock was heard on the door. She threw the blanket off of her body “Come."

His yellow shirt was casually rolled on sleeves he walks near her. He sat down on Victoria's bed and the moonlight shone on his perfectly sculpted face. "Jong in".

He reached for her ankle that had gone better. "Does it still hurts?"

"No." She shook her head. "It wasn't."

"Then why does he have to do that?" Jong in was being straight forward. Victoria's eyebrows seem to meet together at the middle. Clueless to what Jongin wants to tell. Jongin held her ankles and rotated it clockwise.

"I think he's just