I could feel her slowly slipping her away. And I knew I couldn't do anything about it. I thought everything would return to normal if I had come here to help her improve her health condition but I've worsened it.

The words from the night echo in my head, as I stare blankly ahead.

The information her therapist just gave us has left me dumbfounded. If I knew she would do something like that then I wouldn't have come here in the first place.

"I can't be with you. I can't hurt the people I love. They will never let me be with you."

"I don't understand! Who are they? I love you Dawn! What I feel for you can never be described. I had seen the world and there is no one like you, please don't go."

"I will always be in here, I will always be there as your escape. but I can't smile at you without feeling the guilt."

"stay!"

Those were the last words we had exchanged before she walked out of my life. She disappeared just like the she had appeared. Like a soft breeze of wind, leaving behind its trail of presence.

She tried to commit suicide...

Her therapist threw the raw truth out of his mouth, he didn't exaggerate or sugar coat anything. She tried to commit suicide, that's exactly what he said.

There was a minute silence on the table as I racked my fingers through my hair, the crave to smoke was returning back to me, but the look on Dawn's face when she caught me smoking appeared in front of me.

The silence was broken when Siddarth spoke up, "When did this happen?"

Her therapist glanced towards me as we made eye contact before he turned towards Siddarth. I knew he has feelings for Shiya, it's written all over him. "The night of the club."

The image of her standing by her balcony appeared in front of me, ready to jump, the image of her tying a rope to a fan appeared in from me, many such images appeared as I tried shake them vigorously. "With what did she try..." I ask hesitantly.

This was my first time making a conversation with Atharva. As much as I wanted to hate him for looking at Shiya the way I did, he has been the best thing that has happened to her recently.

"Pardon me?" he asks as I look up from the table towards him, he waits for me to explain but when I don't say anything he gets the hint. "Oh right, she tried it with a kitchen knife."

"Fucks sake." I murmur as I gulp down a glass of water.

"Tell me everything Sawla!" Siddarth begs him with teary eyes, rage present on his face.

Before Atharva could answer all of our eyes snap towards the table Tanishka was waiting for Dawn and Ethan, the only hope existing in mending the relationship between the two girls.

All three of us pick our menu cards as a way to disguise ourselves while we watch Dawn stand still two steps away from the table as she glances at Tanishka then glares at Ethan. She angrily whispers something to him as he looked back at her with hurt.

That's what she has been doing recently, hurt others with her words thinking it's for our own better meant. But it's not Dawn, it's not.

She turns away from them as she scans the restaurant while my eyes get stuck to her dress, the gorgeous black satin dress hugging her figure perfectly, shaping out her ass for me, that showcased the appreciated amount of her thicc thighs and they expose the perfect amount of her breasts as the image of them bare in front of my eyes pop in my head.

She is the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen.

But then I realise something as I turn towards Atharva to find staring at her, his black obsidian eyes roaming from her hair to her heels, as he gulps while brushing his fingers through his straight locks.

The man definitely held some strong feelings for her.

I turn back towards her to find her meeting my eyes. Fuck, the way she stares at me.

She turns away from me as I realise that she remembered the way she broke my heart.

I watch the way her ass sways as she walks out of the restaurant. when she is out of my sight I turn towards Siddarth, hearing Atharva telling him to go after her. The former leaps out of his chair as he follows Tanishka out of the restaurant.

I glance at Atharva as he glances at me. "Well I haven't introduced myself, Sawlapurkar- Atharva Sawlapurkar." he extends his hand towards me as I stare at it for a second.

Meeting his hand with mine, I shake it firmly making sure to add a bit pressure. "Kim Dalhyun."

"It's truly delightful to meet someone of your superstar status! Your debut solo track, A Million Little Reasons, is absolutely adored!"

I offer the customary smile I usually reserve for compliments on my single. It feels entirely forced.

Please don't misunderstand me; I genuinely enjoy receiving praise for my work. However, over time, it's become somewhat monotonous, with everyone saying the same things about that one piece of masterpiece reaching what it deserves. It feels as though other pieces of work deserving equal recognition are overlooked.

Everything you do, deserves to reach it's final destination, no matter what.

It's becoming exhausting trying to convey to people the broader scope of my creative output, the true essence behind a song, an album, or its accompanying visuals.

Atharva chuckles, observing my reaction. "I can tell my compliment didn't quite hit the mark."

My eyebrows rise up, impressed by how blunt he is. "And what was the giveaway doctor?"

"Your smile," he tilts his head to the side, definitely reading my body language. "It has been used so many times and you're a master at bringing it whenever it's needed within seconds. It has become your second nature."

I remain silent, dumbfounded about how good he is. It would've taken him years to master this up.

"You're good, I can see why Siddarth chose you." I say as I cross my legs and look straight at him. He nods as he glances towards the door all three of them exited.

"I can see the way you look at her."

"And how do I look at her?" He asks as he leans back and lazily smiles at me.

"Just like the way I do..." I say, "like I just want to wrap my arms around her and hide her from this harsh world."

The way Atharva's eyes are dancing with darkness, makes me more and more sure that he is hiding something. "That's where we're different Mr. Kim. I look at her like I'll worship the carpet of blood she walks on after I shoot everyone who tries to mess with her."

And I know he is trouble, for my girl.

"But doesn't explain how you realised Dawn--Shiya needed therapy when you met her for the first time."

He smiles, a secretive calculative one as he leans back on the little soft couch he has sat on. As soon as he is ready to answer the question that has been begging me since days I hear the third person's voice, "hello boys."

I turn towards my right, finding Ethan standing there with a big smile on his face. "Dalhyun, it's been a long time." he extends his hand to me as I stand up and shake his hand while patting his back.

"it's nice to see you after so long Ethan, how have you been?" I ask as he takes a seat beside me.

"Thankfully very well, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to come here." he jokes as he quickly turns towards Atharva, his expressions turning into something I would call is surprise. It takes him a minute to recover, as he extends his hand towards Atharva. "And you must be Atharva!"

He nods as he puts on a million dollar smile which could sweep down the rug below someone's feet. "It's a pleasure seeing you here Mr. Davis."

Ethan laughs, "Do I wanna know how you know me?" Atharva shrugs as I notice a certain tug from the side of his smile. My eyes narrows, there is something about him which just doesn't fit in the picture.

"How the hell does India and Korea have such beautifully sculpted man." Ethan says as he sighs dreamily while I watch Atharva laugh.

I want to know how Atharva knows everything about Shiya. Sure, he is Siddarth best friend but I don't think he would disclose sensitive information about his sister to someone else out of their family.

I can admit that he is good at what he is but how the hell did he recognise Shiya's need for help?

I wonder how did he handle her trying to commit suicide?