Ness
I’ve finally calmed down.
After more than twenty minutes of hugging and breathing in Bruno’s scent, I managed to get my mind under control without resorting to anything more violent, and for that, I feel a little proud of myself.
I’m still f****d up in every way possible. The intrusive thoughts, the guilt, the rage—it’s all still there, right where it always is. But for once, I’ve been able to tell them to f**k off and pull myself out of a breakdown without adding new scars.
"Point for me. f**k you, Zmeya!"
After a hot shower, I decide to head to the kitchen and pour myself a drink to celebrate my small victory.
I don’t find any vodka, just a couple of bottles of tequila and some beers in the fridge. I grab one and settle onto one of the high stools in front of the kitchen islan
