Numbness evaded Haemi’s body as he revealed the grotesque details of that night. Her eyes and mouth were frozen wide open; and although she had prepared her heart for this conversation, what followed still left her astounded. All she could do was stare into his lifeless eyes, vacant by years of psychology abuse. For the amount of emotions that ran through her during the short time, Haemi was struck the hardest with guilt. She could make amends for her decision to leave him behind, but what she had caused can not be undo. A lone tear traced down her cheek and soon enough, a steady stream began to flow its way down. 

“I’m sick, Haemi…” she heard his shaky voice, but the editor was too afraid to look up.

Mistaken the droplets of liquid on her skin as her own tears, she came to realize that the sand were dampened by it as well. Using the sleeves of her sweater to wipe off the remaining waterworks on her face, Haemi shot up from her position when the light shower began to pour. She took Sehun’s hand without thinking, guiding them back to his car in a hurry. 

“Are you okay?” Sehun asked, desperately searching for her eyes. She had not said a single word since he broke the truth to her and it was starting to concern him. His heart sank immediately when Haemi tried to shield her swollen eyes. 

“Let’s go home…” she managed convey, her body slightly shifted towards the passenger door. Sehun had to hold himself back from wanting to reach out, but her body language was a good enough sign for him to stop. 

After a few minutes on the road, the writer made a quick stop. The sun had already set by then, and he didn’t like the idea of driving in this typhoon season— especially when they were hours away from home. The uncalled event made him pull over to this beachside resort for temporary shelter.

“I thought we were going home?” Haemi chimed in as he grabbed his belongings for the valet to take over. Regardless, she followed him into the luxurious place where many tourists gathered. Sehun worked on checking them in while his curious companion studied the hotel’s intricate interior. The lobby was located on the second floor, accompanied by a gorgeous view of the ocean as their focus point. Watching him converse with the hotel staff made her wonder where the little introverted kid in him went. But she was at least glad to see him in this new light. Her train of thoughts were interrupted when Sehun walked back with a card key in his hand. 

“Let’s go,” he called out to the amused girl. In the elevator, Sehun pressed the floor labeled Presidential Suite that needed a swipe card to access, which he had in his hand. Her cheapskate mind completely went blank for a split second, trying to wrap her head around spending a paycheck worth of money on a single night. 

“You did not just pay that much for a room, did you?” Haemi wanted to ask just to make sure, it doesn’t hurt to check. But it did hurt when Sehun causally nodded as a response. Rich people are something else, she mentally cried.

The one room suite deserved its name. It had everything from a kitchen, outdoor pool, to a mini bar. This room alone was easily bigger than her whole studio apartment, and not to mention the expensive amenities included. Haemi’s curiosity took off when she spotted the infinity pool out front, her first time seeing one actually. Too bad for the terrible weather, it would have been a treat to take a dip in there. Wearing a disappointed frown on her face, she pressed her hands against the glass door leading to the pool outside. Sehun lowered his gaze to conceal his laughter. At least for a few minutes, they were able to forget the nightmare-like events from earlier. He would do anything to relive these few minutes over and over again. But life doesn’t work like that, unfortunately. Just thinking about it killed the joy on his face.

“Go wash up first. I’ll order us dinner,” he instructed, a heavy silence cast over them. The unsettled glances they exchanged were enough to pull the two back to reality. They both unknowingly wished that a portion of today could be erased, how great would that be…

Haemi helped herself out to a warm bath, it was hard to pass on the polished slipper tub— she had to experience this at least once in her lifetime. Taking full advantage of the complimentary resources offered, she was finally able to relax her built up, muscle tension. Ironically, her mind couldn’t catch a break from overthinking as she would hope for. Haemi purposely slid down into the tepid water, letting it block out the sounds around her to clear out some tangled thoughts. It worked well, only for the few minutes that she was able to hold her breath though. Not wanting to hog the bathroom any longer, she decided to get out. The clothes she l