motive. [shadilver]

17.

SHADOW

I shouldn't be surprised that drinking wine for the first time in a while would give me such a horrid hangover, including a migraine. And my body likes to be as punishing as possible, yet proactive, letting me know when I would get a migraine by making my nose bleed. I was so goddamn embarrassed that it happened in public, let alone in front of Silver. But ever since it happened, it looked like he didn't want anything to do with me. I tried to figure out what I could've possibly done wrong, but I couldn't really think of anything. Or maybe it was just my migraine making it hard to think.

I already spent over a week away from his company and now I am going to spend a little longer because I haven't been able to get out of bed. The migraine was horrible, and I had no choice but to stay in bed all day and try to sleep it off. The only thing I had done all day was to go to the bathroom, and that was a journey on its own. I don't know if I should be mad at Rouge or myself. She shouldn't have brought that bottle over, but I shouldn't have drunk so much of it. It's hard to blame her when she is just trying to help, but it's just a matter of how she is trying to help that is questionable.

I thought that taking medication, drinking water, and resting was going to get rid of it, but I was wrong. I had the migraine for an entire three days, and I was sick of it. However, I knew something that helped me, but I didn't know if I was going to risk it. Judging by how Silver reacted during my hangover, he'll probably faint at how I am now. It's so strange to see someone care about me so much, I never met someone who asked if I was okay twice not even five minutes apart. Besides that, caffeine was probably going to get rid of this, and getting some cheap shit from the gas station or something probably wasn't going to work.

I finally got out of bed, took the slowest shower ever, and left. My mind was foggy, and there was no way that Silver would still be working. He takes days off, right? I have seen him take days off before. Where he works is very convenient for me, since it's not too much of a drive. I honestly haven't noticed other places that serve coffee, and how I feel right now, I wasn't going to go searching.

When I got in, I waited for three minutes before I was able to order, and I didn't feel safe enough to drive again. I was going to have to sit here for a little bit and let the caffeine settle into my body. And of course, he was working today. I didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse. He hadn't seen me yet, but I was too exhausted to even care. My hands were trembling, and I felt like a loser. All of this suffering over some wine. What a joke. I guess I don't have any tolerance for alcohol anymore. That's embarrassing, and I think it's probably safe to say that I am never going to drink again.

When I sat down, I leaned my head back against the wall, shutting my eyes. I heard the sound of ceramic hit the table, but it was such an effort to open my eyes. It was painful, but I managed after a few seconds. All that was there was the coffee, and I was thankful that there weren't a lot of customers. I took small sips until it was gone, and it took way longer than I wanted it to. However, when I was halfway done, I was starting to feel better, and it was such a relief.

I could hear everything around me, and the noise level was starting to rise. It wasn't the busiest, but there was definitely more than one person. I don't know if I should thank him for the coffee or not, but he deserves at least a 'hello.' Right? But it hadn't been a full five minutes after I finished my coffee that I saw him leave the cafe. I felt confused, looking down at my phone to look at the time. It was almost three, did he work a half shift today? There is nothing wrong with that, but I didn't expect that from him. It was strange.