Fate looked at her reflection on the mirror. She’s a wreck. With her hair in a messy ponytail and her make-up a mess, no wonder people in the club had been looking at her weirdly since earlier. Not that she can helped it, nor does she care. Actually, these days she’s finding it hard to care about anything else after what happened to her last month. After one last look at the mirror, she made her way out of the lady’s comfort room, intending to go back to her friend and mug of beer to drown in sorrow. She was already a little drunk then, that she didn’t notice she was about to collide with someone. Fate was about to fall on her butt if it weren’t for the person she collided with catching her just in time and holding her steady on her feet. “Hey, are you okay?” The guy said, showing genuine concern. “Don’t touch me!” Fate said to him crossly as she tried to push him away. He was taken aback, but still didn’t let go of her until s
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