"You okay, hon?" Mark asks me as soon as he closes the door. Danny on the other side continues to knock the door and there are people calling him to leave, but sounds like he's not giving up yet. "Water?"

"Yes, please," I say, nodding my head weakly, coughing along the way I am taking my seat.

As I continue to cough and struggling to maintain my breathing, I hear creaking door behind me where I guess Mark enters the toilet. Nothing comes out from his mouth about what happened. Maybe he is, too, shock that Danny could chase and do to me like that in front of medias. Everybody knows he's a one brave, stubborn man, but what he did was still something beyond our expectation.

I can't help but to think what will happen next. Aside from being the top headline on the gossip website, I am thinking about Danny and I. Mark and Glen are always there for me, for us. They stick with us through our hardest times and don't seem to get sick with us, but we're just two children playing love game. I don't want them to think that we cannot settle our own relationship alone (though sometimes I still need them for advices). They're two precious men in my life, but I hate when I only have them to go to and not other people because I feel like I am burdening them with my stupid relationship problem.

After a minute Mark comes back with a glass of water that's full enough for me. I mutter a thank you and drink the water in one shot, sighing in relief as soon as the glass is empty. I look starving, aren't I? Mark chuckles at my behaviour and soon takes a seat beside me on the bed after putting the glass away somewhere. We both stay in silence then, didn't exactly know what to say with what happened.

The noise outside has died down, but I doubt Danny has left. He's the type of guy who dares to wait you at the other side until you open the door for him, no matter how bad you make people look at him, but he'll wait. Silently, patiently. I hate him for doing that though. Our relationship life is like going around in circle where we argue, he asks me to leave (or I'll leave with my own accord), I stay away from him while he searches me, then he waits me until I let him in again.

To be honest, I am not tired with this crap. There's something in our relationship that makes it so different everytime we meet again arguments after arguments. It's like the love we revive relive in different but better way. I don't know how to explain, really, but I know I love him so much that I am not ready to let him go. Not ever.

Currently in my hotel room with Mark, I can't help but to let out a big sigh that I didn't plan to let Mark hears it. But I already sighed and I can't take that back. Realising I just shown how worry I feel, I look down to my thighs, fiddling with my fingers when Mark opens his mouth.

"Something's bothering yer?" Asks Mark, looking at me by my side face.

I scoff, not sure either to myself or to the question Mark asked because of how obvious it is.

"Mmm," I hum to tell him that there are 'something' that's bothering me, but, I just do not know where to begin.

"You know, for the record, this is the best drama you and Danny have ever made," Mark comments. "I am sure if you write a script about what happened and send it to any director you know, it's going to be a hit."

I turn to Mark and look at him 'really?'. The medias love it, I know, but what has gotten with Mark that he sees something exciting with what happened? Or was he trying to offend me?

"H-How can you say that? Is it supposed to be an insult or a praise? I am confused."

Mark laughs, shrugging and rubbing the back of his neck.

"Up to you," he replies. "But I am saying it in a good way."

"Thank you, Mark. I really appreciate it," I say sacrcastically, rolling my eyes before continue looking down at my thighs.

"Hey, I said I said it in a good way, right?" Mark asks. He sounded hurt.

I look up and turn to look at him, observing his face to make sure that what he told me wasn't a joke. We keep the room silent as I continue to stare in his eyes while he just looks at me in confusion.

"Okay, Mark, whatever you say," I finally give in. "Sorry for throwing that shit out at you though. I thought you were joking."

Mark let out a short, breathy chuckle.

"I am good," he teplies. "I mean, Kayla is not Kayla if she isn't being that sarcastic girl though she's wrong," Mark states a little fact about my attitude.

"Yeah, right." I grin, knowing that he's right.

After that, we go silence once again, but only for awhile like only a few seconds when Mark tells me about the day we went out to look for the farm.

"Kayla, remember when you told me you saw someone behind the bushes the day we went out to look for a farm for Danny's birthday?" He asks, reminding me that Danny's birthday is actually in two days time.

"Yeah?"

"It's actually him," Mark tells me softly, which I instantly let out a sigh hearing the news.

Mark doesn't continue, expecting me to ask him more about it.

"And then?"

"He actually thought you were going out with Glen - only with Glen, but I then explained to him that I was actually there with you guys. It's just that I came after he left," Mark says, looking somewhere on the floor like he's ashamed with Danny.

"Did you tell him that we were actually looking for the place for his birthday?" I ask, discreetly didn't want Danny to know the farm yet because I wanted to surprise him but-

"I have no choice so I did," Mark replies and now my plan is crashed. "But he doesn't know where so."

Glad to know that, Mark.

"I have to thank you and Glen for helping me with the farm. I mean, I literally called you guys last minute-" I laugh at my own silly mistake for not calling them a few weeks early for the farm. Luckily, these two guys are good with people to book the farm for me. "-and now Danny's birthday is in two days and I believe everything has settled." I look at Mark for confirmation and he nods. I feel relieved.

"You're going to his-"

"That's what I want to tell you, actually, I am not going to his brithday party," I tell Mark confidently. I know this is a bad decision for me. I want to make up my relationship with Danny yet I made a decision of not going to his birthday party, then how am I going to talk to him?

Bad choice, Kayla, I hear my inner-self tells me.

"What?" Mark takes it by surprise.

"Yeah."

"Why don't you want to go?" Mark asks calmly, though I know his heart is boiling, doesn't agree with my decision. I am quite thankful that it's actually Mark staying with me or else, I might get scolded by Glen.

"I- um," I stutter, do not know what to tell Mark.

Mark looks at me with an eyebrow raised, waiting for my excuse. But as I am about to open my mouth, his phone rings with 'this' odd ringtone, which I believe his kids changed it.

He turns his back to me and greets the caller, "Aye, Mark's here."

"Yes, brother, I am still with Kayla," he tells the caller. I do not know who because he calls most of the crews 'brother.'

"Dan-" I know he's going to say 'Danny.' I don't know what they're talking about, but I am sure it's about Danny and I.

Mark stands up, leaves the bed and heads towards the toilet. He closes the door to talk to the caller and leaves me in confusion on the bed.

As I listen to his mumbling voice while he talks to the caller, I take my time to check my phone. I didn't realise I put it on silent mode when I see I received a number of text messages and missed calls from Danny O'donoghue and I didn't aware of them. The text messages sounded something like:

Please, baby, pick up the call.

Kayla, where are you?

Babe, why aren't you picking up my calls?

Come on, Kayla, I need you to pick up my calls.

Kayla, I have to talk to you.

And the rest are just something similar to what I showed.

Danny... Danny... Why do we have to be like this? Why do we have to keep arguing? Why do you make me runaway like this? When did I turn you into a coward? I thought people say I turn you into a better person? What's wrong with me, Danny?

I know Danny wouldn't answer those questions if I ask him because I know he won't find the reason. As much as I want to know, I know won't find the answers, too, to safe myself, to defend myself every time things like this happens. Talk about the wheel of life where you'd be facing the same thing over and over again.

Finally, after another minute, Mark comes out of the toilet with a facial expression of worriness. He looks unsure whethere or not to tell me what he's going to tell me. Something in me suddenly feels anxious and my heart begins to pound hard. I hope it's not a bad news.

"Danny wants to see you," Mark says as he walks towards me.

My heart drops. I don't know if it's supposed to be good or bad because I miss him, but I don't want to see him at the moment.

"W-when?" I ask. I can feel my face turns to white as if I just seen a ghost.

"In two days," he answers.

"His birthday."

Mark nods. "At the farm."