Cameron had been in a bad mood all day. His shoulders ached, his stomach grumbled and his head ached. Ached so bad that he had the strongest urge to bang his head on the wall. But he continued down the hall, barely resisted the urge. Just barely.

The worst part was that he didn't know what caused all of them. It was certainly not because of the therapy. He wasn't doing any strenuous activity, unless sex counted. He was even sleeping early most days. But still, they occurred.

All of them had slowly started a couple of months back and he had no idea what caused them. At first, they were not noticeable but now, as they increased intensity over time, he was driven up the wall with discomfort. Not even having sex helped.

And now, he had to go back to the clinic on a free day for some check-up or something. He really didn't know what that was about but, still, he was there. Truthfully, he had planned to skip this. But there was a loud voice that drove him out of his apartment to honor the appointment. And the voice sounded suspiciously like Sharon.

Sharon who was right in front of him.

Feeling as if he was in a dream, he had to blink twice to make sure that it was her. It wasn't that he had forgotten what she had looked like but she looked different. For one thing, she was smaller. Wait, smaller was not the right word. It was more accurate to say that she had slimmed down. Slimmed down drastically.

Was she not eating? Was she not taking care of himself? Had his absence pushed her over the edge? Worry and concern filling him, he called out to her

And all his bad mood disappeared when he saw her smile. It was like a breath of fresh air in the smoggy city. He could even smell the flowers in the corridor.

"Cameron,"she responded brightly. "I thought you won't be in for the day." Approaching him with her wide smile, she stopped mere feets in front of him. Uneasiness filled him. He wasn't sure but it seemed like she was keeping a distance from him. Her next question distracted him. "So what are you doing here? Meeting your girlfriend?"

"Right. My girlfriend. Ah, I'm not here to visit her. We kinda keep our work and personal life separate,"he responded quickly, his heart beating fast and sweat dripping from his back. Guilt was twining all over his body and making him panicky.

But there was no reason to be guilty in the first place. He knew that. Yet the feeling persist. Was it because he had moved out without a word to her? Well, technically, they weren't officially living together. He was just squatting at Scott's apartment while she lived there at the same time. Speaking of which, he wondered how she was doing.

"Oh. Right. Of course. She has to professional at work, right? Since you're a client and all." Sharon's reaction was suspect but he wasn't able to concentrate on the conversation. His eyes were checking her out. Travelling left and right, up and down. There were so many changes that he wasn't sure if he wasn't dreaming this up.

The next change that he noticed was her outfit. It was a pant suit, pale pink blazer with silk inner top and pale pink pants. The suit fits her much better now, hugging her curves and chest. Her huge chest that was out for everyone to see. Alarm flashing in his head, he wanted to wrap her in a blanket and throw her deep inside his closet. Keep her hidden.

Knowing that was ridiculous, he shook off that feeling. Then his eyes travelled down to her feet and he was further assailed with shock. She was wearing heels. Sharon who had sworn off heels.Sharon­­ who sneered at other women who wore heels. Sharon who bemoaned the need to wear heels for her new role. And now, she was comfortably wearing them with no complains or tears.

"You're wearing heels now,"he couldn't help but comment. She appeared visibly surprised by his observation but her lips quirked up in a rueful smile.

"Yeah. I knuckled down under peer pressure and got one. But it's a tiny one. Little baby heels,"she pointed out. She brought one of her legs up and resting it against the other thigh to show him the small heel. Then after letting go of her leg, she regained her footing and gestured to her face. "And look, I'm even wearing make-up. I don't look half bad, right?"

He was in a state of shock when she told him about the heels. But the makeup made him near catatonic. He wasn't sure he was hearing clearly at all. Makeup?! That had been her biggest gripe about work. And now, she's wearing some? Mindlessly following her gesture, he had to admit that she was beautiful, made up and all.

But that wasn't important. What was rendering him speechless was the changes within, about, around Sharon. He had not met her for two months and there was so much changes. Changes he hadn't expected or known.

"Cameron? Cameron? Are you ok?" She was peering up at him in concern. And while he liked her worry, anger was slowly raging through him.

Why hadn't she changed when he was there? Why were the changes appearing after he left? Was he not good enough to change for? Or was it because she had someone else in her life? Someone who was causing the changes? His fingers curling together into a ball, he had the strongest urge to punch a wall and demand the answers from her.

A touch on his arm snapped him out of his reverie. Blinking down at her, he had to smile at the worried frown on her face. She was about to check his forehead and palpate his cheeks when he grabbed a hold of her reaching hand.

"I'm fine, Share. Just checking you out." He loved the thrill that coursed down his back when her face flushed. She was just as aware of him as he was of her. That made him want to push the envelope.

Slowly, he nudged her, making her take a few steps back, his eventual goal the wall. She just moved back until she realised what he was doing. Then, just as she was about to escape, he slammed his hands beside her, effectively caging her in. Her wary look egged him on.

"Cameron, ah, can you give me some space?"she asked, her hands pushing against his chest. He didn't feel a thing, just leaned closer. His mind was blank, only burning rage and hurt remained. Leaning back, she tried to face away but there was no way he'd allow that. He wanted her to face when he made her h-

"Cameron?"

A voice called out, jarring him out of his mind. Straightening up, he blinked, looking around. What had he been doing? Where was he? Who called him? It was as if he had been transported to the hall. Like he had been stuck in his own world with only Sharon and him within.

Sharon and him.

He liked the sound of that. Glancing down, he was about to trace her cheeks when-

"Cam." The delighted cry grabbed a hold of his attention. Who would sound so happy to see him? Looking to the voice, it felt like the bottom of his stomach fell through.

What had he been thinking?

The question echoed in his head as his girlfriend joined them.

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Dropping her bag on the floor, Sharon fell face first onto her bed. Her airway was being blocked and she wondered if she should even bother turning. But when her chest began hurting from the lack of oxygen, she twisted to her back and stared blankly at the ceiling. It was great to know her survival instinct was still strong.

At least something was working for her.

Thinking back, she wasn't sure what she'd done for the day, how she'd return or even what time it was. All she knew was that it was dark, it was quiet, it was lonely.

So lonely that it hurt.

Curling into a ball on her side, the sob that had been kept in the entire day escaped. One sob became two. Two became three and before she knew it, she was crying her lungs out.

She felt so stupid. The stupidest she had ever felt in all her life. Anything and everything paled in comparison. Even that incident a few months ago could not compare.

It was bad enough to run into her crush but to be played around by him and see him be all lovey-dovey with his girlfriend took the cake. Her strings had been pulled and tweaked the entire time. She couldn't help but hope when he had trapped her against the wall.

She hadn't known what was going on but her heart had been beating so loudly in her chest. There had been a tender look in her eyes that had hooked her heart even tighter. She couldn't help but grasp his shirt. As if to bring her closer.

But then, a voice penetrated the bubble they were in. And she was discarded for a newer, better version.

Her heart still flinched when she recalled the afternoon. Wasn't there a machine to scrub out memories from her brain? She wouldn't even mind hypnotism that would wipe out her entire personality. Anything to forget the day.

Groaning, she twisted and turned on the bed. And to think she was in charge of a project involving him soon. It was going to be torture. Just thinking about it made more tears roll down her cheeks.

Suddenly, her phone rang. Settling on her back again, she located it by the vibrations and brought it to her ears.

"Hello?" Recklessly answering without checking the caller, she waited for a response.

"Hey, baby sis. How's it going?"

Hearing Amelia's voice was welcomed in tonight. She just hoped she sounded normal. Her sister had sharp ears.

"I'm good. What's with the call?"

"Ah, nothing. Just checking in on you. See how to and Cameron are getting along."

"I'm sure you'll be glad to know that Cam had moved out. So I'm all alone in the apartment."

"Damn it, why now?" Sharon mustn't be hearing right. Maybe there was some distortion of the line. Her sister had spoken quite softly. But if she wasn't wrong, Ams actually sounded like she wanted Cam to be there.

"So what's with the call?"

"You know, I have some guest coming over the apartment the next few days. They'll be sharing the apartment with you but don't worry. They won't be there much. They'll be out and about shopping for a wedding."

"A wedding? That sounds nice. Who are these people?" Usually Sharon would take it at face value. Usually, she had nothing to worry about. Especially from her sister. But, this time, something about Amelia's tone made her wary. Waiting for her answer, it felt like stones were gathering in her stomach. Why was she so quiet? Was there something she wouldn't be comfortable with sharing? Sharon had just asked about who was coming- Her heart almost stopped beating. Something had occurred to her. Surely her sister wouldn't- "Amelia, who are these people? Are they people I know? Ames.... Amelia!"

"Alright. Fine. They're coming. Just to shop around. They won't be at the apartment a lot so you can pretend they're not there."

Sharon shot upright, her ears still couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was her sister telling her to live in the same apartment as those people? Those people who had made her life miserably? Those people?

She refused to take this.

"No. Let them go to another place to shop. I won't stay under the same roof as them."

"Come on, Share. I had no choice-"

"No choice? They gave you no choice? What exactly did they do that you felt like you didn't have a choice? And that doesn't matter. I'm offended that you would even consider letting them stay here-"

"Well, it's my apartment and I get to decide. If you don't like it so much, move out."

"Fine. I will! And just so you know, you're the worst sister ever."

Not bothering to listen to Amelia's retort, Sharon ended the call. She got to her feet and looked around frantically. What should she do? Pack? Find an apartment? Cry? Her mind was a mess, her eyes filling up again, her heart a big, giant open wound.

Why was all of these happening to her? She barely recovered from this afternoon and this bomb just had to be dropped that night. On the verge of another crying fit, she almost dropped her phone when it vibrated. Thinking it was Amelia again, she was reluctant to answer until she saw the screen. Then she couldn't answer it fast enough.

"Hello? Scott?"

AN: Hey guys. How do you like this chapter? Did you expect this? A big sister blowout? I didn't until I was writing. Then it seemed like the most natural thing. 

And this has to be said. Cameron is an a*s. But aren't all guys? Most of them have some percentage within. I hate how he's playing with Sharon *GRRRRRR* but I think Share has learned her lesson. So he has a lot to make up for. 

For now, going back to AB, fans of AB, rejoice. I have postcards about them now(Sample attached). Let me know if you'd like to order them. And help me choose the background color at this link:

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P.S. the next few chapters are going to be kinda dark-ish for Share. Just FYI.