Ella's POV
Is she fine? Does she feel lonely right now? Does she feel like she's going crazy as I do?
Those kinds of questions kept on circling inside my head for these past months.
The private investigator I hired months ago was useless, he couldn't find anything else other than what he reported to me before, so I fired him.
I am not fine.
My heart is missing her feisty stare, her voice, her warmth, I miss... her. I thought what I'm feeling was lust but I'm longing for her. Her intoxicating scent still wanders inside the lockers.
I want to forget, her. That's why I started having fun in the club to forget her scent. But even though I slept with other women, I know the longing will still stay with me, increasing the bag of guilt inside me.
The day that she went missing, I felt... l
