With Becca keeping in touch, there was still a glimmer of hope in my life. But when she suddenly vanished from my world, it felt like everything had come crashing down, and Kol was just as unreachable as ever. My days grew mundane, cold, and empty, much like they were before this whirlwind.
Honestly, I felt like I had lost my sense of purpose. To fill the void, I found myself frequently hitting up bars and pubs, making it a part of my daily routine. It was as if my life now revolved around this predictable cycle: wake up, head to the pub, return home intoxicated, unleash my frustrations on Lottie with taunts and screams, and then fall asleep to wake up and do it all over again. Some kind of fun, right? I mean, who doesn't find yelling at others and drowning my sorrows in alcohol a blast?
