The fourth day of the Congress rolled up.
I didn't sleep a single wink.
My thoughts kept drifting back to the events of the day before, and each time they did, a sense of restlessness grew in my mind.
'Why did she react like that...? I mean, she was present. How much did she hear? I was clearly joking. I didn't think she'd react like that.'
My thoughts continued to spiral with each second that passed.
"....."
I stood up and took a look at my own reflection in the mirror.
I looked disheveled. One of the few times I had seen myself like this.
"I can't go like this."
Furthermore, considering how the event was going to start in an hour, I had to quickly get ready.
But it was just that...
I really didn't feel like going. Every part of me felt drained, and all I could think about was trying to find a way to clear up whatever misunderstanding had occurred.
I had lost count of the number of times I had simulated the scenario in my mind.
