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 lonely nights where

off her insomnia. Slowly but surely, Josephine had turned into an addict who lived off

only grew, turning into ants that fed on her every thought. Unease was itching unbearably at the

over to the bed, a dangerous glint that came from her irritation flashed in her enchanting pair

then tore off Zayne's clothes

joined the chaos that was her

at the messy room,

a grave mistake by sleeping

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back into his clothes and cleaned up the evidence of her crime. Last but not least,

loudly in her ears despite

disgusted with herself. How could she do such an

her as she thought of the Severe's gentle and dignified

hard on the strands of hair on her head. She wanted nothing more than to tug them out strand

mind finally came up with a way

eyes open, Zayne frowned at his headache-a