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

surely, Josephine had turned into an addict who lived off

hoping the alcohol would chase away the indignance she was feeling. Alas, her indignance only grew, turning into ants that fed on her every thought. Unease was itching unbearably at the back

dangerous glint that came from her irritation

off Zayne's clothes

chaos that was her train of

at the messy room,

a grave mistake by sleeping with

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

in her ears despite having gotten rid

disgusted with herself. How could

as she thought of the Severe's gentle and

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

up with a way to repent-she would keep it a

blinked his eyes open, Zayne frowned at his headache-a sign that