Shane's POVThe next day, he invited me over to attend a party with him but I reasoned out that I had a really tough week and I want to rest for the entire day tomorrow since its the weekend.“Even just for an hour? I don’t want to go there without a partner.” He nagged.“I am really sorry, I am too exhausted for a party.”“Then let me just stay with you, I won’t be able to enjoy myself if you’re not there.”“Are you nuts? You should go.”“No, really. I’ll just stay with you.”At the end, I was left with no choice but to attend the party with him. My conscience won’t afford to have him not attend it just because I am not there.I mingled and had a short conversation from the other guests from time to time until I saw a familiar man in his white tuxedo intently looking at my direction.“Are you okay?” Fre

Third Person's POVFrenzo sat on the chair beside his bedroom window. He can see the city lights up there, the busy street, the vehicles going to and fro, the vehicles that are always sure of what directions they should take. He remembered the man in Shane’s office. He knew who he was. He had seen him before, the guy from the bar. The guy from Shane’s past. Erwan Fuenter. He felt his chest tighten as he imagined Erwan and Shane alone in that office. He couldn’t take it. He pretended not to remember him. He pretended that he didn’t notice anything, but he knew what was happening. Fuenter is back. And now, he could feel the changes between him and Shane. She changed. She’s no longer excited whenever she talked to him. She no longer complains to him about the annoying paper works that never seems to lessen in her office. Her smile had changed. She’d been refraining from his touch. Sometimes, she doesn’t answer his calls