Chapter 23

Eror'S POV

I stared at the red wine in my glass and then at the grey wall clock in the corner of the living room.

10:56. One hour till fucking midnight.

She had been avoiding me like the plague and it was killing me, literally.

Bags sat under my eyes like those ones in designer store and my face was blotchy, a beard was emerging and I didn't even have the strength to shave. The one person I wanted to look good for didn't want to look at me so I didn't see the need.

"Fuck" I groaned and stretched my legs. I blinked and my eyes burned. I took the glass off the table and brought it to my lips.

Two long weeks since she had spoken to me willingly. The last conversation we had took place three days ago and it was one sided -I was the only party doing most of the talking. I stole her shirt from the laundry and she only asked me if I knew where her shirt was.

Nothing more. I asked her if she'd found it or maybe she forgot it in my room – it was a dead end conversation.