At the midst of the party so alive at night, lust took over a friendship. Before they knew it, they were already at a private room—sealed away from everyone who deemed to bother.

Was it the stress that consumed them because of college? Or was it a bomb of hidden feelings waiting to explode for years?

Everything was all a blur, all I could see is his eyes gazing through me. It feels surreal. A lump of guilt caught my throat, unable to make me utter even a single word. I looked at him beside me as he checked the time on his phone.

"Shit, I'm so sorry..." He spoked up in his usually sultry voice that was mixed with guilt that is evident.