Conflicted heart

Chapter 8: morning hangover

As the night wore on, Alexia had grown increasingly worried about Ona, who had been drinking heavily at the bar. She knew that Ona needed someone to look out for her, so she decided to pick her up.

Arriving at the bar, Alexia found Ona in a state of drunkenness, her emotions running high. Ona, with tear-filled eyes, stumbled into the car, her speech slurred. "I was so stupid, Alexia. Why didn't I make a move on Lucy sooner?"

Alexia, concerned for her friend, tried to console her as they drove through the darkened city. "Ona, it's never too late for anything. Sometimes, we need time to figure things out."

Ona, caught between sobbing and laughter, switched between English and Spanish as her emotions fluctuated. "Es demasiado tarde. She's happy with Keira, and I missed my chance."

Meanwhile, back at Lucy and Keira's home, they were engrossed in a movie, wrapped in each other's arms. Lucy couldn't help but feel a pang of concern for Ona. She knew her best friend was struggling with something, and the image of her tearful eyes kept flashing through her mind.

As they watched the movie, Lucy's thoughts kept drifting to Ona, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong. She wished she could be there for her friend in her time of need, but Ona had chosen to be alone that night.

Lucy looked at Keira, her concern evident. "I can't stop thinking about Ona. Something's not right."

Keira, always understanding and supportive, nodded in agreement. "We should check on her tomorrow, make sure she's okay."

The night unfolded, with Ona sharing her deepest regrets and heartache with Alexia as they drove through the city. In a different part of town, Lucy and Keira remained wrapped in each other's love, their thoughts gravitating towards their best friend.

The morning after a night of heavy drinking, Ona woke up at Alexia's house with a throbbing hangover. Her head was pounding, and her mouth felt as dry as a desert. She cursed in Spanish, her words a reflection of her discomfort and regret.

Alexia, who had been keeping an eye on Ona throughout the night, softly greeted her with a comforting hug. "Buenos días, amiga. How are you feeling?"

Ona groaned in response, her voice barely a whisper as she pressed a hand to her forehead. "Terrible, Alexia. Why did I do this to myself?"

Meanwhile, at Lucy and Keira's home, the morning was quite different. They were wrapped in each other's arms, enjoying a passionate and affectionate start to their day. The unspoken tension between Lucy and Ona was a world away from their minds.

Ona, her hangover misery only intensified by her unspoken feelings for Lucy, couldn't help but fall deeper for her. It was a torturous longing that weighed heavily on her heart.

Alexia, concerned for her friend, tried to soothe Ona. "I know, Ona. But don't be too hard on yourself. We all have our moments. Just remember, I'm here for you."

As Ona lay there, battling her hangover and the emotional turmoil within, she couldn't help but wish for a different reality, one where her feelings for Lucy were not left unspoken. The pain of unrequited love was a heavy burden she couldn't escape.

Lucy, in her passionate morning with Keira, was oblivious to the fact that her best friend, Ona, was harboring feelings for her. The unspoken desires that had been tormenting Ona were hidden beneath the surface, a secret that weighed heavily on her soul.

The day was unfolding with Ona nursing her hangover and the silent heartache that had been consuming her.