Waking up the next morning and finding himself on his bed, he manages to sit up on the bed as he wonders how he ended up at home. The last thing he could remember was driving to the bar, and drinking himself to a stupor, the rest of it was story. He didn't recall what happened after then.
Running his fingers through his hair, he sighs briefly and lay back on the bed, trying to clear his eyes that are feeling dizzy.
'Tracy' the name rings in his head, and he bites his bottom lip, trying to pretend to be fine, because what's the point of being sad, knowing that nothing is ever going to change?
The door suddenly opens, and he raises his gaze to see Lilian. His countenance changes into a deep frown as soon as she walks in.
"What are you doing here?" He asks, throwing his gaze away. She
