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.

it was the countless lonely nights where

but surely, Josephine had turned into

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

a dangerous glint that came from her irritation flashed

then tore off

that

messy room,

had made a grave mistake by sleeping with a

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

heart thumped loudly in her ears despite having gotten rid of every smidgen

was disgusted with herself. How could she do such

her as she thought of the Severe's

of hair on her head. She wanted nothing more than to tug them out strand by strand, shifting the pain in her conscience

came up with

night away. When he blinked his eyes open, Zayne frowned