55-Daggers and Rose

Noah

I waited for Ashely to speak while standing and watching the rain drizzle down and make splattering noises against the window. When I didn't hear a word from her, I cut the call and reached out for the booze once more, taking one last gulp before staggering toward my bed. 

I shut my eyes briefly, feeling a bit slighted when she called me, Mason. Did she really like him that much?

Then why did she lift her neck back in the storage room? Was she toying with my feelings?

I let out a roaring belch while dropping the glass bottle with no booze in it. I rubbed the back of my hair, my vision getting blurrier with each passing second. 

I laid my head on the side of the bed, taking in a huge breath. Was this a life worth living?

Why did everything have to revolve around my duty as the future heir?

Why was I burdened with so much pressure when the crown hadn't touched my head yet?