My eyes fluttered open.

I looked around, to see a room that was completely unfamiliar to me. White curtains draped the ceiling-to-floor windows. The linoleum floors were covered with scattered clothing and a single thin carpet, which seemed to have been thrown to the side in some wild frenzy.

A white couch rested in a corner, in front of it a transparent round coffee table. An empty cup rested on the table, with a pair of black spectacles and a book, left open, its crisp pages fluttering occasionally with the curtains. The blanket draped over me covered me almost wholly.

"Good morning."

A voice.

I looked to my left, to see a man leaning on the bedroom door, a tumbler in his hand. His ebony hair were sweaty and side-swept, and his muscular body wasn't covered, save for a towel around his neck and track pants.

I rose up.

"You're feeling better now?" The man walked over and sat on the corner of my bed, taking a sip of his coffee. "I found you drunk on the streets."

It was then that the memories washed into my head; the day out.

"I'm sorry--" I muttered, hurriedly throwing off the blanket to get out of the rather comfortable bed, but stopped, looking at the condition I was in.

My dress was unbuttoned at the back, just the way it had been the day before. Some parts of my dress were also torn in places. I hurriedly sunk into the blanket again. Maybe it was that that made him laugh.

"Pardon my manners. I'm Benedict."

Benedict?

"Ben?" The words slipped out of my mouth. "Ben?"

I sat up higher now, my cheeks flushed red with what he saw the moment before, that and shyness.

How could I have not known that he was living so near my city?

Benedict's face seemed confused then, looking at me with a polite look at an imbecile. "Do I," he started, "know you?"

"Remember me? I'm Blythe. We, we--" my voice trailed off. Of course he would remember now. I marvelled at the sudden change in my voice; it had never been so full of exuberance in years.

"I'm sorry. I don't seem to have known you from before, miss."

I exhaled.

How did I expect life to be good to me for once?