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The bathroom was filled with steam, tendrils of it curling toward the ceiling as I stepped out of the shower. I was too tired after having breakfast with the Claude’s and needed to relax my mind.
Droplets of water clung to my skin, my damp hair sticking to the nape of my neck as I reached for the plush white towel hanging on the rack. Wrapping it around myself, I sighed, closing my eyes for a brief moment, letting the warmth of the shower linger before the cool air of the resort room enveloped me.
I did not know what was wrong with me. My life was suddenly …… so boring. It felt too workaholic. Well, I did not want to be in a relationship nor get married but …… I felt lonely.
The morning outside was quiet, the soft hum of the ocean waves filtering in through the open
