8)Mr Dark and Ms Bright

He was standing at the back; wearing a bathrobe, water was dripping from his wet hair sprinkling on his bare chest.

So he is alive! Mark of the injury that I gave him was clearly visible on his forehead, it had a bandage at the place I hit. He looked so relax calm after the shower, not his usual rude self. Like a baby after bath sweet and jolly.

What happened between us yesterday must have to lead me to hate this person, but honestly, I don't feel any hatred, it's just insecurity, a weakness, a rage I feel when I am around him.

He noticed me observing him; the way he looks at me, make me feel like submerging deep down the ground, where none of me is visible to him.

His eyes were tracing me from head to toe, with just a shirt I was wearing it was barely covering my lower portion.

Strolling towards the bed I quickly held the blanket and wrapped it around.

"Still shy of me," he said with a mischievous smile.

Why you brought me