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The pain in my head flashed hard and hot. My body felt limp and heavy. I grope to find my phone. The time read '16:21' and followed with messages from Christina and Lana.

𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐚 ♥︎: My head is throbbing. I think I'm gonna die.
𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 ✰: tell me about it.
𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐚 ♥︎: how you feeling Sophie?
𝐌𝐞: rough.

I can't for the life of me remember anything about last night. I lay on my back with an overwhelming migraine and an abhorrent mood. There's no chance of me going to work tomorrow. I hastily grab my laptop send a brief email to Debbie, my boss, noticing my absence. She's going to be pissed. I'm her secretary, I'm relatively good at my job, I'm never late and I never really take sick days. Not to sound boastful but that's why I'm her favourite out of every other she's had.

I force myself out of bed and drag my feet to the cold kitchen. I gaze at the disarray I had left on the floor when stumbling into the house last might. I couldn't even say it was night, it must've been at least 4am. The fridge is practically bare, so instead I grab an apple and some paracetamol and drag myself back into my subdued room.

As I sit in my silent, dull room memories of the previous night drown me. He drowned me. His words, His actions, His scent. I don't remember much about last night yet I remember every little detail that he left lingering. His hands around me, so placid yet so lustful. His worthwhile; soft spoken words that have left me second guessing myself. This man is a complete cliffhanger but worse he's a problem. A dilemma. A obstruent. He's dangerous. He has infiltrated my mind and thoughts, leaving me with absolutely nothing. Not even a name. The only hint I had was his tidy black suit, but even then that doesn't benefit anyone.

I arrive at the conclusion that I should call the girls to see if they remember anything, even what he looked like. "Lana, what do you remember about last night?" I ask a bit too desperately for my own liking. "Um not much. I remember sitting at a table and Chris, you leaving then coming back an hour and a half later." She responds "Did you see who I went with or did you talk to the man I was with?" I appealed "No, why?" Lana sounded concerned "Doesn't matter, it's nothing." I sigh in defeat "You sure?" "Yes. Thanks honey." I hang up and once again when calling with Chris I got nowhere. I would attempt to find his social media or even his picture would do but it's practically impossible without a name. I am slowly being torn limb by limb over a man whose name I can't even fucking remember.

Abruptly, my phone rings. It's Debbie. "Hey Sofia, how you feeling?" "...Yeah feeling better. Not 100% but getting there." I was expecting a harsh reprimand, guess not. "Well great to hear but I'm sorry I need you to be in tomorrow." I huff just out of reach of my phone "Why's that?" "We have a massive collab tomorrow and I need as many people as possible. We are also having a dinner with the owners, this is going to be a huge event and hopefully a successful one. Sorry if this is an inconvenience, just make sure you bring loads of paracetamol and water and you should be fine." She sounds enthusiastic "ok." "Thanks sweetie, see you tomorrow!"

That changes my plans. It's fine, I'll be fine. This might be good for me, it will just crush the thoughts I have that are nibbling away at my skull.

[𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟔𝟑𝟐]

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