I grip the glass in my hand, looking into the reflection of me in the cold water. My eyes are red and puffy from crying. Thankfully, my makeup is waterproof, or it’ll be messy due to the tears. Azher comes and sits beside me after putting away his suit – “Hot.” He says, despite the aircon turned on 18oC.

“Theron didn’t erase your memories and told you everything, right?” I fire my assumption, eyes fixated on the water.

“…Yes. She thought I have a say in this matter.” Azher truthfully admits, though halting before that.

“…” I say nothing. Honestly, I want to complain, but it already took place, so it’s no use.

“How are you here?” My head shifts to him, asking a more interesting question.

“Theron sent me here.”

“How?”

“Is it important? I’m here now, aren’t I?” He says, appearing to avoid my qu