Sunday

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The next day, Sunday woke up with a throbbing head. The sound of the waves was relaxing, though. She tried to sit up but it was killing her.

"Stella?" She called out. With closed eyes, she moved her hands around. "What?" She said as she touched a hard thing.

Sunday then immediately opened her eyes to find her touching a man's arm. "You're not Stella! Who are you?" She kicked the person.

The person cried out in pain. "Ow! What's your problem?! I'm trying to sleep!"

" . . . Zack? What are you doing here?"

Zack woke up and rubbed his waist where Sunday kicked. "Sleeping, Sunday. Until you kicked me."

"No. What I mean is, why are you with me? Aren't you supposed to be sleeping with any of the boys? And I should be with my daughter." Sunday explained. She then opened the vestibule and went out.

The wind was so strong and cold. She went back to the tent with Zack and sat down. She checked her phone only to find out that it was still 4 in the morning.

Zack yawned and lowered his body to the ground to sleep again. "I don't know about you, Sunday, but I am sleeping. I don't even know why you woke up so early."

Sunday shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe because I drank too much and it disturbs my sleep. Well, I'm sorry."

Zack sighed. "It's okay. Good night."

"Okay. Good night." Sunday said and laid down on the mattress. "It's cold out there."

"Sunday. Please. I just want to sleep." Zack complained.

Sunday pursed her lips. "Sorry. I'll try to sleep again."

"Good."

After a minute, Sunday then again talked. "D-Did something happened between us?"

Exasperated, Zack's sleep was again disturbed. "No, Sunday. Nothing. You were just too drunk that you wanted to sleep with me and kiss me. That's all."

Embarrassed, Sunday covered her face. "Oh no. I'm sorry."

"It's alright. And now I can't sleep. Thanks to you."  Zack uttered. He sat up and faced Sunday with an annoyed expression.

"Thanks to you. I'm not myself. I'm all strung out." Sunday muttered as she hugged herself. "I want to puke."

"Oh please! Not here!" Zack begged as he went out of the tent and sat on the log.

Sunday snickered and held her head. She then followed Zack out. "I was joking."

Sunday sat herself beside Zack.

"There's no escaping now, Zack." Sunday said after a few minutes of silence.

Zack, confused, looked at Sunday. "What do you mean?"

Sunday took a deep breath. "What are your feelings for me? I just want to know."

"Sunday . . . please. Not now. Don't be like that." Zack looked away and watched the waves meet the sand.

"Then when if not now, Zack? I was just asking." Sunday replied. "I just can't help but wonder. Our lips touched back in London, and then the next day, you went home and left us with only just a letter."

Zack stood up and went to the beach. "Because—because I'm not myself when I'm with you! I don't know what to do, Sunday! I don't know what to think! It's like, I wanna kiss you and hold you, but at the same time, I can't."

"You can't or you won't?" Sunday asked and came close to Zack. The air was cold but they didn't mind.

Zack was now mad. "Why? Would you let me?"

Sunday became quiet for a second. "I would."

"What?" Zack queried as he didn't hear Sunday's whisper.

Sunday then rolled her eyes. "Yes, Zack. I would! I would've let you if you asked or even if you didn't."

"Sunday, you're crazy! Why would you even let me? Are you crazy?"

"Yes!" Sunday answered. "I'm crazy. I'm out of my mind, Zachary. I love you, that's why I would've let you."

Sunday sat down on the sand and started to cry. Zack watched her but stayed in his place. "Y-you can't, Sunday. You can't love me. I'm not the one for you."

"What do you mean?"

"Yes. I'll admit I have feelings for you as well. B-but,"

Sunday wiped her tears. "But what, Zachary?"

"We'll just destroy each other, Sunday. I'm not good for you. I'm toxic."