Eleanora awoke alone in bed, feeling heavy and sick. A hammer was being pounded on her skull as her stomach churned uncomfortably. Sitting up, she wrapped the duvet around herself as she took in her surroundings with squinted eyes, the brightness of the room throwing off her composure, or lack thereof. Looking around herself, she grabbed her clothes before pulling them on and going into the washroom.
One glance in the mirror and she had made up her mind never to have alcohol again because she never wanted to feel hungover, ever again. Her white hair was an absolute mess, her bright eyes were red and her porcelain skin sickly pale with her lips chapped and her entire posture sagging. Gathering water into her hand, she splashed its coldness on her face, welcoming the sting of the water aga
