#DownAndOut, #NoLoveCrisis
No amount of Visine was going to wash this away. My eyes resembled a vampire, without the strength of purpose. I felt my entire reason for being was stripped away. Little Katie Cook had f****d up her life. In two minutes of frustration, I had sent Nikolai packing and he, in turn, had evicted me.
Marine watched me cry for an hour or so, and then she pushed me into the shower. More water came out of my eyes than the nozzle. I cried so hard I started to hiccup. Not sweet little noises – the full on hiccup combined with burps. Considering I had not eaten in about sixteen hours, the burps were quite an effort.
Marine suggested calling him again. ‘If he doesn’t answer, leave a calm message.’
I drank water from the back lip of a glass with my head upside down; that
