Caspian
I slumped into the armchair, the soft cushions enveloping me like a warm hug. The coffee table in front of me held a bottle of whiskey and a glass, which I'd been nursing for the past hour. The amber liquid swirled in the glass, mesmerizing me as I lifted it to my lips. The burn of the whiskey down my throat was a welcome distraction from the throbbing headache that had been plaguing me all day.
Despite the fatigue that threatened to consume me, I couldn't shake off the stress of the day's events. My body felt like it was on fire, but I didn't care. I just wanted to forget. Yes, I wanted to forget the fact that she said she hated me and how much her description was on her so-called hatred towards me.
Damn! Couldn't my day get any worse?
From being stressed at work to Ava's call
