Freira shouldn't have closed her eyes. She shouldn't have cried or wasted her time being ruled by her emotions. No matter how much she wanted to turn back time, it is of no use. She has lost her opportunity to talk to him, to Ambrose—the man who has been on her mind for so long that she has been plagued with longing for him. She likes him very much even after all the things he has done to her. And she got the chance to finally talk to him but she has let it slip away.
Breathing deep, she turned herself on the bed, hugging her legs and looking straight at the wall in deep contemplation.
Mayhap it was only a dream. She has been so drunk that she does not know what she is doing anymore. Perhaps, her imagination was playing with her so cruelly that she had actually thought of Ambrose appear
