After She Left (girlxgirl)

Five

"I really can't explain winter. I can only say it's hard to breathe, but it's worth the smell."

-Hillel Rosenshine

I was trashing around the bed like a crazy person, groaning from the headache that was currently trying to kill me. 

"Fuck me," I groaned, finally deciding to get out of the bed and find some pain killers. 

Noticing Hanna wasn't in my bed, I felt bad for making our first day here quite bad for her. It had to be since she wasn't laying next to me.

I stripped out of my shirt and shorts, wrapping a black silk robe around me. Since I could barely see a thing I assumed it was the middle of the night or early morning. At least I'd have some time to make myself look and feel somewhat representable. 

Grabbing my phone with me, I walked out of my room, greeted by moonlight coming from the outside. I think it was best to stop the drinking for a few days at least, because I clearly had a trouble dealing with the amount I had drank on my first day back. I stumbled my way to the elevator, reaching the first floor in a few seconds. 

 There was certainly someone in the kitchen or one of us had forgotten to turn off the light. Needless to say - I hoped for the latter, since I felt and probably looked like a complete mess, also not quite ready to face anyone after my drunken behavior. 

I held a hand on my forehead to stop the light in kitchen from digging holes into my brain since it hurt that much to be in bright light whilst dealing with a hangover. 

Walking over to the shelfs, I rummaged through them, trying to find anything that could help the torture I was enduring currently.

"Looking for something?" I heard her ask from behind.

I froze in my spot for a second, soon regaining my composure by clearing my throat and looking at her. 

"Yeah, pain killers," I couldn't tear my eyes away from hers even if my life depended on it, "any idea where they might be?"

Eden put her pudding and spoon on the counter, walking in front of me and reaching for the top shelf, handing me a package of pills: "here."

I blinked once, then twice, taking the package from her hands, trying to ignore the fact I got goosebumps the second our fingers lightly brushed against each other.

"Thanks," I said after a few seconds, staring at the package, popping 2 pills in my hand, then dry swallowing them. She did break my heart, but my parents had taught me manners well enough.

I knew she was looking at me by the way I felt or maybe it was just the hungover or the alcohol still existent in my body.

Walking over to the freezer, I opened it searching for some ice cream and finding my favorite, which was probably bought by Andre. I smiled to myself once I'd eaten the first spoon. Was I even hungry or simply finding excuses to stay here with her? Whichever it was, I tried to think about it as little as possible.

After a few minutes of silence I looked at her and decided to ask what had been bothering me for a while: "how much?"

She furrowed her brows, but then realization hit her as she avoided my gaze: "is that seriously the first thing you're asking me in 6 months apart from the ridiculous drunken act?"

I laughed, ignoring her comment: "how much?"

She groaned, running a hand through her hand: "for fucks sake, Ruby, it doesn't matter."