A beachside restaurant, candles on the table, perfectly lit.. everything was ready for the romantic candlelight dinner, except him. As usual, he is late, that's his style, and she had already waited for one hour.. Unaware of when he will come.

She went to the washroom. Looked at the mirror whether her hair is half curly like he said, even though they're straight by nature, she curled it because he liked wavy hair. She looked at the eyelashes to make sure that they are thick because he often says that he loves the eyes with thick eyelashes. She remembered the moment. When they were in a restaurant, he looked at a girl in the next table and talked a lot about her thick eyelashes and wavy hair. He made her a little jealous of that strange girl, still, she couldn't forget the words he used to praise her beauty, let alone how many nights they haunted her. She searched her bag for the lipstick. He always wanted her lips to be pink, though he never kissed her.

She was expecting a kiss tonight. She was craving for that for long but never received one. He never touched her. Nobody ever touched her. I have seen boys falling for her so easily, and praising how beautiful she is. But she never fell for any of them. All she wanted was Alan.

Then she looked at her neck. The tattoo she made with his...