Isle doesn’t know how she went home after their night out. She doesn’t seem to care either as long as she’s peacefully lying on her bed, but after a while her brows furrowed because of the splitting headache she’s feeling. Clutching her head as a few strands in between her fingers, she sat down on her bed to stop the throbbing pain, as if it will help her a bit.
Damn, alcohol. I’ll never drink you again. She cursed all the liquors she drank, but she knew that it was a lie.
She hitched a lungful of air and realized how sweet the fragrance that she’s smelling. She inhaled that sweet scent once more as it somehow lessened the pain she’s feeling because of the hang over. She wondered if her mother changed the air freshener of her room.
Suddenly, the door of her room swung open, revealing he
