CHAPTER 42
Getting myself out of the bed was already a hustle. There are some other things in life than responsibilities to wake up to, like: the cold bed, the comfort of my own room, and sleep. But unfortunately, in all of those odds, Ravier was even worse than me.
He sounded drunk most of time when he first woke up. Like everything that was important was just nothing to him. He was dazed for most of the part, looking half dead. Luckily, nothing but a hot shower rinsed all of that drunkenness.
I was visually okay. My face was straight, I was looking okay. But in the inside, I felt a pain I could not describe. It was bearable, thank God. But it was bothering, especially because I couldn’t point my noise to what was actually the cause of this pain.
But I took no focus on that pain, I d
