William
Dinner was finished without me eating anything. At least I filled my stomach with lots of fluid by drinking wine. I tried my best to plaster a simple smile every time someone would talk to me. We stayed after dinner in the living room, and my family chatted about random stuff I couldn’t comprehend. They knew something was wrong with me but my family chose to remain silent. They asked me what happened to my hands but I just gave them a grin and told them it was nothing. I refused to look at anyone and I never bothered to look at Taylor either.
Taylor was not speaking much, too. I heard his voice but I blocked the lovely sound waves. I was too angry to even think about it. I was tipsy, but I behaved myself, I held my ground and stayed angry as I sat on the carpet of my living room
