Layla stood at the dining table, away from me. “I have a suggestion.”
“Keep your f*****g suggestion to yourself.” He darkly lashed out at her. The table got extremely quiet. “Everyone should visit their bedrooms. We have work to do tomorrow.” He grabbed another bottle from the table. “Don't complain when I f*****g bang your doors to wake the hell up.”
He left us behind.
A bloody smell touched my nose. That was strange. Where was it coming from? I got out of my seat and rushed out of the spot where everyone was. I followed Gifford and saw him staring at the sky, full of beautiful stars. The sky looked bright as hell. I love the moon too. When its reflection touches me. I felt warm and soothed. I saw him cleaning blood off his nose. He held pieces of tissue to his nose. Inhaling and exha
