| 83 | Separation Anxiety

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Something's pounding my head. From the inside. And it won't fucking stop.

The sheets feel unfamiliar. I groan and swat the blanket away. I'm cold, and the silence pressing in around me only seems to double the pain. “Cazzo.” My mouth feels like a sponge, rough and a bit numb.

Shit. Of course I'm freezing my balls off. I'm buttnaked. The pain in my skull is spreading. The fuck did I drink?

I rub my eyes until the glue in them becomes a stinging pain. The other side of the bed's empty.

Where's Sephie?

I haul my ass out of bed and wince. “Fuck.” The incessant throbs behind my eyes only deepens.

All my fault. I took the "grieving son" act too far. About four glasses of wine. No breather between the last three. More or less five hours of sleep.

Now my body aches in ways that remind me I'm no wine connoisseur. Rubbing my temples, I try fixing the bed without tripping over myself. Not sure why I feel the need to piece together everything that happened last n