Dean's fate is unclear
At nine o'clock in the evening Jakarta time, Dean was still asleep but looked restless. He tilted right and left as he said, "don't hate me, Clarissa... Don't.. don't!"
Dean opened his eyes and immediately sat up with a ragged breath, his body very sweaty and he glanced over to the side where Bryana usually slept. The man paused, then rubbed his slightly damp and dull face.
"She came over and looked at me like she was mad that I was with Jill. I'm confused by this situation." Dean ruffled his hair in frustration, remembering the dream that just landed in his sleep.
Dean got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, stripped off all his clothes, then turned on the shower and stood under it. The man closed his eyes feeling the freshwater slowly running down his body. But suddenly the images of him being in the bathroom, then making out with Bryana, then Clarissa's past affections also came back to haunt him, as if they came together and made him dizzy.