~~~Aiden~~~
As I stepped back into my room, the weight of my grief momentarily lifted, replaced by a sense of serenity. I settled onto my balcony, cradling my glass of wine as the cool night air caressed my skin. The tequila's numbing effects had temporarily silenced the tormenting memories, allowing me to bask in the peacefulness of the moment.
As dawn broke, I reluctantly rose from my reverie, my body refusing to surrender to sleep. I retreated to the bathroom to refresh myself, the mirror reflecting a face etched with exhaustion.
Emerging from the bathroom, I was met with an unwelcome sight: a tray of food on my bedside table. My stomach churned with nausea; the mere sight of food had become a turn-off. This had been the norm for three days now – meals delivered to my room instead of
