╰⪼ two : aftertaste

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" Say you hate me ,

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" Say you hate me ,



it's okay boy ,  you're not the only one ! "






it's okay boy ,  you're not the only one ! "

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Wemblyn groaned, clutching her head.

God, she was never going to touch alcohol ever again. Why does she always have to do this to herself constantly?

She opened her aching eyes, beams of sunlight streaming through the bedroom that she had no recollection of ending up in.

Oh hell, if she hooked up with some random nobody again, she would actually lose the nerve.

Wemblyn glanced towards the spot on the bed next to her. Thankfully, whoever she had spent the with had already left. One less problem for her, then.

She swung her legs off the bed, sitting up straight. Her dark brown hair was in tangles down her back, her dress from last night had disappeared entirely, leaving the Austrian in her underclothes.

With no sign of clothes she could use anywhere in the room. Her dress from last night seemed to have disappeared completely.

Okay, she'd find clothes and then get out. Then find water and painkillers, because God her head was absolutely doing her in.

𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘 c. leclercWhere stories live. Discover now