Her silhouette.

    Dia's Room. 

"Do you love Max, Dia?"

She asked herself, staring at the formal but seemingly cute picture of Max on her phone. In the picture, Max was dressed in a grey suit, white shirt and some wierd other formal nonsense. There was a wild smile seated in his well-cut face and his lips were everything.

Often Whenever he was with her, she always wanted to have a taste of his warm and soft lips. But her ego had held her back on most occasions. But here she sat interrogating herself. She doesn't get to do that often. If at all she had ever. 

"Yes, I love him but I can't date him?"

She answered. Then she asked, making a spree of successive questions and answers,

"Why? Is it because of what happened to you? What Alex did?"

"That's a great part of it, but something makes me wanna overlook though. But I can't just overlook, it seems bigger than me. Seems like I am helpless and I kinda really take delight in it."

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