Sireen I'd stolen from him. I'd tried to make it right. He left me sitting in a café for hours, regretting the day I met him. I should have pinned him between the elevator wall and the housekeeping trolley. Even though he stood me up, I feel bad for the way I handled things. I should have never agreed to Bryant's plan. Whatever those two have against each other should have stayed between the two of them. I was fully aware of the consequences from the night we shared. Dante absorbed my sadness without discernment. I didn't expect it to feel so damn good. I knew that night would ruin Dante. I didn't expect it to ruin me, too. Dante She wanted to explain her actions. I attempted to hear her out. Stupidly, my need for her outweighed my sense of direction, which led me to the wrong café on the wrong side of town. She left without remorse, and behind a man who saw through her pain. I knew that one night would hinder me from moving on to healthier relationships. I've been with two other women since her. Neither was enough food for my soul like Sireen was. She was my serene, and my troubled girl. Sireen made two mistakes, involving herself with Bryant, and taking what doesn't belong to her. She'd stolen from me, and I want her anyway.