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Song: Lovely by Billie Eilish
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
Sasha won't be able to take any missions for a few months, and I will be out there completing missions. It was all my fucking fault; I was never able to protect those close to me. Never. What was the point of all the training I did if I couldn't even protect my best friend?
My mind was numb; I could barely make out the voices near me. I was thankful that Diego didn't question me further and just took me to a bar.
As soon as we entered the bar, I saw that no one was there. Diego was still behind me. I turned around, not wanting him to see me in this state and bother him any further.
Before I could go any further, Diego asked something that I was not at all expecting: "Are you okay?"
I couldn't answer that question without lying, but since I didn't want to lie to him, I told him the truth. "No, I just want to relax. My mind is a fucking mess."
He nodded his head and gave me a look that told me that he appreciated the fact that I told him the truth.
"I will be fine here; you surely must have hundreds of tasks to do."
"No, I am not leaving you here alone." He immediately denied it and stood there still, like a statue. I just shrugged my shoulders and went behind the counter to pull out a bottle of whiskey.
I won't be able to continue using alcohol as my escape from tomorrow onward. My mission with Deigo's mafia starts tomorrow, once we complete the meeting tonight. I'll just have to hide some bottles away.
I took my seat at the bar and started drinking straight from the bottle while Diego silently observed me from afar.
The combination of bitter and sweet hit my tastebuds, and my mind finally started to relax from the ongoing war inside my head.
"Wanna join me?" I asked him while turning to look at his handsome face, which was glowing under the bright light inside the bar.
He strolled towards me and took a seat beside me. I drank some more, feeling a bit warm inside, and my brain felt heavier and heavier.
The bottle was already half-finished. But, before anything else could happen, Diego asked me a question.
"Why do you drink so much?" He asked while looking straight into my eyes, his green eyes sparkling with curiosity.
I quickly diverted my gaze before answering, "It helps me forget."
