𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞 (𝐧.) that which chases sorrow away.
In their painful past, they were childhood sweethearts that sought comfort with each other.
Years later, the two broken souls are pulled back together by fate in an alliance that will save their...
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MARIA
I hadn't been hungover in a long time.
There was a reason for it; I hated waking up knowing that I would be sluggish for the whole day.
As soon as I woke up, I groaned tiredly. With my hand against my pounding head, I struggled to sit up at first without feeling dizzy. My face crumpled as I exhaled in frustration. Why did I do that to myself? Alcohol was not my best friend.
"Shit," I grumbled in a hoarse voice, burying my head in my hands as I forced myself to sit up. My dry throat was desperate for water and stinging. My eyelids were still heavy and I hadn't had my evening routine before sleeping and that bothered me. I felt smelly, inflexible and extremely exhausted, with aches all over my body. I told myself that alcohol would never touch my lips in such a way again. It wasn't the first time I had told myself such a lie.
My clothes were sticking to me from the night before. I definitely needed a shower and some serious skincare. My stomach churned and expressed its discomfort loudly. I questioned when was the last time I had ate, feeling an intense craving for Leonardo's cooking. My mouth practically salivated at the thought of tasting his Italian cuisine.
I realised that I hadn't had such a strong desire to eat food until Leonardo had come back into my life. Rather than forcing myself to eat without forgetting for survival, my mind was finally allowing me to think about food to enjoy.
The cravings were intensified by the smell of what my nose understood to be pancakes. I smiled immediately, my body moving in excitement before my mind had commanded it to. However the moment I stood up, a force of dizziness pushed me back down to the mattress to compose myself. "Aah. ." I whined, rubbing my discontented head.
