“It is probably the alcohol” she brushed my sentiments away with the plausible conclusion.
“You don’t believe me?” I question in dismay as I watched her pitiful eyes staring back at me.
Though she innocently states the truth that I, indeed, am drunk, it somehow feels to me that it is more like... She doesn’t want me to get hurt.
“I d...” she trailed off in her speech, equally averting her gaze to whatever was behind me.
What did she know of our affairs?, I pursed to think for a while as I now stormed off, away from the cold freezing waters, away from the doubtful lady Astrid.
Hell!! What did anyone know of what we did together. In the dim light when noon strikes and he is more ferocious, more beastly, more... creative.
To the extent of making a baby right under their noses.
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