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Violet immediately helped me straighten up and sat across from me. "What happened?" I asked slowly. "Hey! I should be the one asking what really happened! Why are you here in a stupor? You have no idea how frantically I was looking for you." Violet snarled. I took a deep breath and covered Violet's mouth with my palm. She's too noisy. I cast my gaze around the room. I was in a room with cream-colored walls. "Where am I?" I asked quickly. "This is Miki's guest room!" Violet said angrily.

Funeral I woke up in a slightly dim room. The walls were painted in a soft cream color. I roamed my eyes in the whole room. The lampshade on my right was the only one lighting the room. I felt someone move on my left. There's someone on the bed beside me! Oh my gosh! What happened? The memories of what happened last night came rushing down. I freaking gave myself to a stranger! I gave him my all! Holy sh*t! I panicked. I got up from the bed and searched for my clothes. My head was throbbing but I don't care. I need to get away soon. F*ck!

By the time we reached the door to room 320, my breaths were ragged. I placed a hand against the wall, trying to steady myself. I could not let this happen. I gritted my teeth. “I’m not going in there.” The woman clung to my arm. “Come on, Caleb,” she whispered. “We’re already here.” I turned my head slightly, my vision hazy. But I could see the door. Room 320. The trap was set. I was barely holding myself up when I heard a voice call out my name.

GINGER: Hu leads me upstairs to a room in the house, shutting the door behind him as we walk in. He finds the light switch, turning it on. At first, it feels like déjà vu, but then it strikes me. This is the room we had sex in on the first night at the welcome party. “I guess every beginning deserves an ending,” I say to Hu, who raises a brow, unsure of what I am saying. “Doesn’t this room look familiar?” I question, and he opens his mouth to speak, but then he realizes.

“Did something happen?” For a second, guilt stabbed my chest. She didn’t know. No one inside the hall knew. The entire wedding hall could possibly be soundproofed—the screaming, the shots, even my own voice tearing out Zayne’s name outside… all of it had been swallowed by thick walls and music. They were all dancing. Eating. Laughing. While Zayne might be— No. I refused to finish that thought. I forced a breath. “No. Nothing happened.” My voice sounded foreign. Too light. Too fast.

Large beads of sweat rolled down the event manager's forehead. Arya and I sprinted upstairs. By the time we arrived, the hallway outside the room was packed with people. We struggled our way through the crowd, only to find Mom barely clothed, writhing on the living room floor as the stale smell of sex lingered in the air. Most of the people in the room were adults. They all knew exactly what had happened. The event manager was fuming. He fetched a bucket of cold water and dumped it right over Mom's head.

he breathed in relief before pulling me into a gentle hug. The room erupted in clapping. People were smiling, some even tearing up. Relief radiated from them, as if they’d been holding their breath for an eternity. I looked around, confused. The walls, the warm lamps, the decorations… everything seemed familiar. Slowly, it clicked. This was our room. “You’re back here,” he said softly. “In our room. The Crescent Moon.” My heart pounded. “What… what happened?” I asked. “Where am I? Why am I here?”

The hallway stretched out before her like a funhouse mirror, the walls tilting dangerously to the left. Her heels clicked unevenly against the carpet, a syncopated rhythm that matched the thumping bass still echoing in her skull from the club. She gripped the railing, her knuckles white, trying to anchor yourself to the real world. Lorenzo’s voice was a distant echo in her memory, cutting through the fog of the tequila shots. Room 106. Just go wait for me there, babe.

She had only a towel on. I mocked an apologetic expression. "Oh? It's not room 245?" I said, showing her my keys while eyeing the inside of the room. Are we mistaken? It's room 244 right? German's room? "No, it's beside this room." She pointed at the room beside or our room. I nodded my head. "You're drunk?" "Yes," I said, slurping. "Babe!" I heard the grand entrance of Wave just behind me. I turned to him. "Oh, babe! Where were you?"

As I opened the door to my hotel room, I screamed as I found myself confronted by a shocking sight. Water was everywhere, flooding the room and turning the floor into a small, impromptu lake. With urgency, I immediately called the room service, and the hotel manager was summoned to address the situation. As the commotion drew the attention of all nearby, Dylan emerged from his room, drawn by the disturbance. "Why did this happen to my room? What went wrong?" I demanded, my voice laced with frustration and disbelief.