SIMON’S POV
Sleep had become a stranger to me.
Not just that, I could not for the love of God get back to my routine… scratch that, I could not do anything no matter how much I tried.
I could not sleep.
I could not eat.
Hell… I could not even breathe properly.
It felt like my lungs forgot how to work and now I had to force them, dragging in air that felt too thick, too sharp, piercing me like a knife each time I tried. My chest rose and fell unevenly, like even my body was tired of trying.
I didn’t even know how I had managed to survive this long.
All I had done… was drink.
Bottle after bottle. Glass after glass. Pouring alcohol down my throat like it could wash everything away. Like it could drown the memories. I just wanted to feel numb.
But it didn’t work.
It only made everyt
