I watched the rise and fall of his chest as he slept.
His arms were folded across his chest, leaning against the headboard of my bed. He looked less annoying when he wasn’t smirking or teasing me. I remembered too much of last night, too much for my liking. There were times I was a terrible drunk, there were times I was drunk but still sane-in-my-head kinda drunk.
I remembered Nadia and I were cackling like witches on a neighbourhood street after 1 AM, somewhere along the lines Mark said he was gonna throw out every single alcohol bottle at their place. I remembered Jacob calling me his wife although I wasn’t sure for what reason. I remembered crying and…
“And its’ alright to rely on me too”
I sighed quietly as I replayed those words in my head.
“I hope you’re able to paint me by mem
