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.

countless

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

away the indignance she was feeling. Alas, her indignance only grew, turning into

bed, a dangerous glint that came from her irritation flashed

off

the chaos that was her train of

messy room, Josephine

a grave mistake

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she helped him back into his clothes and cleaned up the evidence of her crime. Last but not least, she sprayed on her favorite perfume... The one that smelled

loudly in her ears despite having gotten rid of every

was disgusted with herself. How could she do such

as she thought of the Severe's gentle and

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

Josephine's mind finally came up with a way to repent-she

slept the entire night away. When he blinked his eyes open,