Sir Ares, Goodnight

As in thoroughly, utterly drunk.

He remained silent and stoic as Josephine continued to hammer at his chest.

Exhausted and dry of tears, Josephine dropped onto the floor and stared blankly into space.

"Josie!" Zayne called out to her again and again, his voice thick with hurt.

However, Josephine only fetched out a strip of doublesided tape to shut his mouth.

Then, she stood by the headboard. She stared down at Zayne Severe like a predator who had caught sight of its prey.

"Zayne Severe, you b*stard," she spat out.

"You ruined my life. I can't fall in love again anymore because you've spoiled me for everyone else. What am I supposed to do now?"

Josephine turned around, feeling more despondent the more she droned on. Pulling another bottle from the wine cabinet, she opened it and chugged directly from it.

Without realizing it, Josephine's life had intertwined too deeply with alcohol.

the countless lonely nights where

drive off her insomnia. Slowly but surely, Josephine had turned

indignance only grew, turning

came from her irritation

off Zayne's clothes

chaos that was her

the messy

grave mistake by

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evidence of her crime. Last but not least, she sprayed on

thumped loudly in her ears despite having gotten rid of every

could she do

she thought of the Severe's gentle and dignified Shirley

consequences of her conscience, Josephine tugged hard on the strands of hair on her head. She wanted nothing more than to tug them out strand by strand, shifting the pain in her conscience to physical

came up with a

eyes