Too good to be true

Clarissa walked into the bathroom hastily, as much as her head was banging and was hurting, she couldn't rest neither could she act at a very slow pace.

She needed to wash the dirty and alcoholic stench she had on her. Letting the water from the mouth of the shower hit her back, she hissed several times. She still wasn't able to understand how and why Vaxel helped her.

Did he somehow still have feelings for her?

She was sceptical about it. She should, she should have doubts about it, how could someone who had left her, someone who had no faith in their relationship, still love her. Someone who took their relationship as a joke still harbours feelings for her.

Even at that, she was definitely not okay, since she'd gone lost thinking of a loser like him.

Getting out from the shower, she dried her body, put on the clothes which she'd worn to the club

There was no other decent cloth for her to wear else she'd never in her entire life repeat an old dirty cloth.

Clarissa walked out o