LILIANA
I'm doing it again.
Wasting away in the balcony and gazing at the landscape, listening for the sound of Damian's voice, zoning out and not listening to Andros droning on about something irrelevant.
He's really a chatterbox today. Or maybe it's me getting irked by his voice. Whatever be the reason, I'm irritated by everything including his jokes that I suddenly don't find funny.
For the umpteenth time, I stroll back into the bedroom and lower myself on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
What the f**k has come over me? Why do I find myself thinking about that jerk? Why this sliver of sensation anytime my thoughts revert to him?
Regret, shame and disgust morphed into one unpleasant ball, shoves itself down my throat.
Alice had come to serve me breakfast as always and I didn't
