𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 | 𝟏𝟖+

6. Mistake, shame and regret

"𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬"

𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗣𝗼𝘃

Her eyes fluttered open, and her gaze met by the soft, ethereal glow of moonlight streaming through the window. The room was bathed in an otherworldly light, as if the night itself had seeped into my sanctuary.

After her parents died, it was the first time in her life, where she has slept peacefully.

She laid on the bed still, disoriented, her mind foggy from the remnants of sleep and the lingering haze of alcohol.

A dull ache throbbed in her temples, giving her a reminder of the previous night's excesses. She winced because of the slight pain in her forehead, and gently massaged it with her fingertips.

As she slowly sat up, with her hands still on her forehead. She looked around the room and her heart rate quickened.

Something felt off.

The room seemed different.

The shadows cast in unfamiliar patterns.

And then, her eyes landed on him.

A stranger who was laying beside her, his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath, sleeping peacefully, but his face was shrouded in darkness, making him almost featureless.

Her heart skipped a bit.

Her mind reeled, her memories hazy and indistinct. Panic set in, and her pulse started racing as she scrambled to recall the events of the previous night.

Fragments began to resurface.

How she decided to visit the club, just to release her pain.

The thrum of the bar's bass.

The uncountable shots of whiskey.

How she came into the hotel.

And how she ended up here in the room with a guy.

The night of yesterday.

The whispers in her ear.

And the piercing blue eyes.

Her eyes widened and she covered her mouth with her hand while whispering to herself, "𝙉𝙤, 𝙉𝙤, 𝙉𝙤, 𝙉𝙤, 𝙏-𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙝-𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣"

Her cheeks flushed, as reality hit her like a ton of bricks. Her head pounded in sync with her racing heart, each beat was a reminder of her reckless decisions.

She carefully slid out of the bed, avoiding any sudden movements that might wake him up.

She grabbed her scattered clothes from the floor, and rushed inside the bathroom, locking the door behind her carefully without making any noise.

She approached the mirror, hesitant.

A total mess.

Her mascara was smudged.

Eyeliner smeared.

Lips swollen.

Skin flushed.

And her hair tangled.

But it was those marks on her body that made her heart sink.

All over her neck.

Shoulders.