Always in Love with You

Polly had a dream.

In her dream, she was chasing a familiar back in panic on a gray path. The road looked endless into the mist's deep sky. She kept running, begging the man to stop and not to leave, but the man did not listen to her at all.

Then she tried hard to catch up with him. The man turned around and said gently with a smile, "Dear Polly."

Why did it become Bruce's face! She woke up immediately.

She tried to sit up but fell back as soon as she lifted her body. She held her head with both hands and felt her head was splitting. After a while, she finally remembered that she had drunk so much last night, one after another.

She had heard that it took people's life to have a hangover. But now, after realizing it, it was really worse than death. She had a headache, and felt weak all over. Her stomach and mouth were as dry as she hadn't drunk water for days.

The next moment, she realized a bigger problem. The room looked familiar, but obviously it was not their dormitory, and she was wearing a pink lace Nightgown, not her white snow princess's nightgown.

Her temples throbbed abruptly. She rubbed her head hard to clear her mind. Contrary to the decoration style, the black and grey color was not suitable for that of black and grey color. The bright colored curtains

It suddenly occurred to her that this was the house of Bruce. He didn't send her back to her dormitory last night unexpectedly. And he even changed her pajamas for her!

She drank too much last night, and so did Bruce. She believed that they wouldn't get drunk and have a one night stand. She quickly opened the clothes and saw that her skin was still white and tender. Until she didn't find any trace of ambiguity, she was slowly relieved.

She looked around for her clothes. The curtains separated the room from others and made it an independent room. The room was dim, and people couldn't see it clearly.

She put on her shoes and got out of bed, pulling open the curtain. A strong sunlight shone on her, which was so piercing that she could hardly open her eyes.

'when did the sun rise above my head?' she wondered?

In a hurry, she grabbed her cell phone and looked at the time. She was pissed off only by one glance at it.

It was already ten o'clock!

In a huff, she dialed Bruce's number. As soon as the phone rang twice, someone answered it at the other end of the line. The man on the other end said in a magnetic and gentle voice with a smile, "Dear Polly, are you awake?"

at him as soon as possible, "are you Bruce? Why didn't you drive me back to my dormitory last night? Why didn't you wake me up this morning! It's ten

already asked for

He's been asking for leave ever since I met him. What does he think of school? She isn't absent classes during a year

all the anger and said patiently, "I want to tell you, I am still a student. I should focus on

know. I promise that such a thing will never happen again!

could not be so absolute: "okay! If this happens again in the future, I

that Bruce wanted to say something more, but she was not in the mood

about her pajamas and the question whether they slept in the same room last night. She sent a message but it was already half written. She thought it was not a

angry, but she couldn't release it. She felt very uncomfortable. She imagined the big bed as Bruce's face, and on it, she

if there was a thief outside. She immediately lifted the quilt that had been kicked to the ground and covered it over her body.

knock, knock!" There was a knock on the door. "Are you awake, miss?" It was a voice

quilt in her arms, she was stunned for a while before she realized that it was not a thief. She responded,

us to prepare a bowl of porridge for you to protect your stomach when you wake up. Is it convenient

loudly, "no need to

you have

thought, it was she who had drunk so much last night that she slept till now, so it was not all because of Bruce's fault.

and there weren't many furniture. The room looked empty. She looked for all her clothes but couldn't find them anywhere. 'forget it. I'll just go out in pajamas. Anyway, after this night,

door and opened it. There was no one in the living room. And there

walked to the table and picked up the steaming soup. 'It tastes apple juice. But I could endure the slightly bitter taste. She was thirsty and drank it

didn't know what it was and she felt that her stomach felt

filled the living room, which made Polly feel very hungry. But she had to find her own clothes to change. She didn't find anything in the living room except

Maybe Molly was coming out. She was freaked

from the kitchen again.

she came out of the bathroom quietly, she happened to see Molly walking out of the kitchen with breakfast tray in his hand. She then took a step back in fear. When she saw Molly put the breakfast

lady, breakfast is

there." She replied, hiding behind the

for another while. She didn't want to