Chapter One Hundred And Fifty-Four: Hallucinating.

Mature content!!!

While Vladmir sat on his bed with a blunt in his hand, the insomnia that kept increasing day in day out was rapidly eating him up. He has dark circles under his eyes, yet no one knew the reason why he was feeling uneasy, why he's been acting aloof for days now.

But the few people who were close to him knew exactly what's wrong, just like he was failing to admit that this was about what he fears that it is, it's because of Diego.

Still conflicted with the suspicion that Diego faked his death to attack him from the back, Vladmir has chosen to keep to himself for days. He hadn't met any of his family members including his mother, who he should have consoled for the loss of her child, but he couldn't help but scoff at that.

Diego is not fucking dead!