Song Recommendation: Hawái by The Weekend ft Maluma
BASH!
The second half filled whiskey bottle shattered on the wall, having Damien groan in annoyance.
He fell back, laying flat and miserable on his study table, with his suit drenched in alcohol.
He looked up at the wall in front of him, watching the secretly taken pictures of his so believed beloved woman. From ceiling to floor, the entire wall was decorated with pictures of her.
He cooed, "Oh Delia, you have caused me so much pain with every fucking day I see you smile with me being next to you! Fuck!" He shot an empty whiskey glass across the room.
He ran his hands through his hair, hissing.
"It's not fucking fair!"
He was going mad every passing day. Every passing day his craving for her only toxicated further, poisoning his mind and heart with her venomous thoughts. It was driving him nuts—getting more addicted to her thoughts and images.