I felt heavy as I walked to the hotel elevator down to my room number.
I know I look like a waste but I don't care what other people will think of me.
I feel like I’m broken in these moments and I have the right to be numb even for a while.
"Cindy? '
I just looked up at the tall man in the elevator when the door opened.
"What happened? I've been waiting for you at the bar earlier.
He added. I felt tired and not in the mood to answer his questions, so I just went into the elevator.
“What happened?
He asked me again.
One by one I took off my heeled shoes and just carried them.
"Do you like me?
I weakly asked him, while not looking at him.
"Huh? '
He spoke briefly.
"Do you want me?'
When I repeat and then I stare at him.
I knew he had been restraining himself before.
His lips
