~Dylan~
The taxi drive back to my place has to be one of the most restless rides I had taken in the past thirty-two years of my life. Not because I had troubled Maeve or that I had miraculously woken up on her couch with my nose still tingling from a scent that is not my own, yet one that I have grown to become familiar with. I am uneasy because, I had woken up with perfect memory of everything that had gone down the previous night, the only awareness I had needed despite my crushing headache to run out of her place as early as I can. In a way, I guess, I should be grateful to Eli for barging in the way he had, barging in being an assumption that I am making from the mere knowledge that the two of them have broken up. There is something that is shifting drastically between Maeve and I
