In all the luck I have left, I successfully got out of that room without meeting whoever the owner was. I got on the lift and eventually got to get out of the building, though I found everything inside that hotel so familiar; from the hallway, the elevator and where I'm standing at right now, all I could think was on how I could get as far from that place as possible.

It was a freaking hotel, and all I wanted was to escape, but hell was I so relieved that when I removed the blanket over my body, I was still fully dressed and nothing on my body was in pain aside from my head.

I just hope that whoever the owner of that room is,

had a great motive and really did nothing like what I'm believing right now.

I was anxiously waiting for a taxi to pass by, but as I looked around and when my eyes landed to the building that I just got out of, my jaw dropped and I felt like my soul just left my body.

Fate was really playing with me, wasn't it? That's why everything was so familiar inside, because it was the exact same hotel I booked a room in.

I caress my temple, now I'm starting to doubt if I was really already sober. Like isn't all this too crazy to even happen?

But no matter how much I pressed my temple to snap back to reality, it was a huge slap in the face when I realized and accepted that it was really the reality, no mixed fantasy, and destiny was really just playing with me.

I went back inside feeling more humiliated than I could ever be. People saw how panicked I was by how I was rushing to go out, but now they're going to see me get inside after realizing that I was staying there.

How much more embarrassment will I receive just so I could get the vacation that I came here for?

Words can't even explain how pathetic I felt at that very moment, all I knew is that I just wanted to disappear, like right now.

From the luck that I barely have, I managed to get back to my hotel room, and somehow refreshen myself. My day just started but it felt like it was already long, I can't say that I had a long day because it was still morning and the day wasn't even halfway yet.

And now, all I want is to sleep again, that's the only thing that could rest my mind and momentarily free me from all those humiliating thoughts.

I managed to fall asleep, and that's what I did for the rest of the day, but at one time when I didn't feel sleepy anymore, I called my friend, Gia.

I wanted to tell her everything that happened earlier, but I became a coward and just told her that I was still doing good.

I even started to question my worth and the reason why I existed, why do I live like this? Why is my life like this?

But none of them were answered, and will not be answered as long as those humiliating things that happened to me are still in my mind.

The next day, I went out, hoping to clear my mind, and it did somehow work. I just walked around the streets and became more conscious of my surroundings.

All I need is quality time walking whenever my feet leads me to, and now that it's happening, I wished for every time of my stay here to be just like this. Peaceful, quiet and tranquil yet soothing.

As I got to a street with a few more people, this historical yet fancy looking store caught my eyes. It looked as similar and as big as the other store's there but this store somehow feels different.

Without bothering to contemplate, I went there inside. I came here to free my mind and explore, and going to places that I find interesting includes.

The moment I went inside, the aroma of fermented fruits welcomed me and my nostrils. It smelled amazing that I would've regretted not coming here if I let contemplations take over me.

It turns out, it was a store selling, dried fruits, fermented fruits, all sorts of fruits that went through something, and wines.

I'm a huge fan of wine, and so, happily, I just found myself taking steps towards the wine section of the store.

I looked through the shelf of wines, each of the wines were different and I thought that maybe that's what made it more special, because they weren't that common. I was amazed by how long they were fermented, how they were made, and partially by how expensive they were.

But it's worth the buy, its not always I'd get to taste any good wine.

As this specific bottle of wine caught my eyes and attention, I read through it's label, "Since 1917... ten percent alcohol... made from fermented grapes..."

Pretty promising. It would be ashame if I let this moment and 'bottle of wine' go, so I made my mind; I'm going to buy it.

Right when I was about to grab and take ahold of it, this one veiny hand did it first. My forehead immediately creased. I clearly remembered that I've been staring at it for awhile now, and practically already called dibs on it.

I was almost annoyed, and I could actually throw a tantrum if he was some person destined to ruin my day. I faced him with a frown, but was quickly replaced with a flustered one when I got to see who it was.

The long lashed guy from the park.

I scanned him, making sure that I really met him here also, however, my eyes landed on his hand, that hand that grabbed the bottle first.

"Uhm... if you wouldn't mind... can I have that instead?", I asked and pointed the bottle of wine he was holding. But as I looked at his face, there's this unreadable smile on his face. It creeped me out in some way, but it didn't lessen how undeniably handsome he is.

"This?", He asked and I immediately nodded with hopeful pair of eyes. "Sorry. Can you look for another one? I've been wanting to buy this when I came here.", But to my disappointment, he didn't want to give it up. And still, his smile was there, looking more like a smirk now.

Disregarding his unknown beam, I continued with my battle. "Me too. I've been itching to get that.", Though I've seen that wine for the first time, there's this part of me that wanted it. And the way he told me that he has been meaning to buy it, convinces me more that it was some rare wine.

"There are many more good wine than this, so can you reconsider your decision? miss?"

"But I want that. Look, I know you might not know me...but I'm sure that it was you whom I sat with me—"

"I do know you.", He cuts me off.

"...at the park.", I continued. And when I realized what he said, I got a bit taken aback. I mean judging from how he just went on with his talk on how he could possibly win the wine, it just came to me that he didn't remember me. But he does.