Chapter 83

…I wish I could be one of those people who, after a night of drinking, would start a new day anew, no strings attached, and no recollection of that happened the night before, all to be forgotten with the buzz of the alcohol.

But no, that is not my case, for I remember, I remember it all, every single small detail.

So even before my eyes open up, still with the veil of darkness under my own eyelids, all of… that plays in my mind once more, on how I spoke of things I did not want to, my loosen mouth blabbering my thoughts out loud, and how, instead of slashing out or pushing me away, he instead embraced me, embraced all my flaws.

My monster is what he said. His.

That makes me fuzzy inside.

So, acting on the spot, I pull him towards me, somewhat even more possessive of this not as cold human.

Who would think that things would turn out the way they did?