Hangover

"Don’t do this," Mia pleads, her voice urgent as she rushes toward me. She cradles my face in her tender hands, gently wiping away the tears that I hadn’t even realized were falling down my cheeks.

"I’m not doing anything," I murmur, my voice trembling and breaking at the end, as I struggle to say the words that I know are lies .

"Then why are you crying?" she asks softly, drawing me closer so that my head rests against her warm chest, her heartbeat steady and calming, making me feel a bit better.

I take a shaky breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "Well, you see, I decided to immerse myself in the movie I was watching, and it hit me hard. The scene was just so heartbreaking—I couldn’t help but cry," I confess, sniffling as I recall the sad moment when they scattered the ashes of the girl into the vast ocean. The name of the movie escapes me, but the sad story lingers in my mind: a girl trapped by a medical condition that forbade her from ever seeing sunlight, only to accidentally step into the sunlight because of guys she likes so when she realizes that she was going to die, she decides to take one last boat ride in a Sunny day.

"Okay, if that’s true, what is her name?" Mia asks, tilting her head slightly as she looks at me expectantly. I can feel the weight of her gaze as I realize I don’t have the answer. I let out a deep sigh, my hand instinctively wiping away the remnants of my tears before I finally sat up straighter.

"You were right. I was so consumed by what I thought was love, blinded by infatuation, that I failed to see how much I was losing—all the other important things in my life," I admit, my voice faltering as I can feel regret pooling in my chest.

"Reality slapped me in the face, and by then it was already too late," I continued, squeezing her hand tighter, my emotions swirling within me. Tears threaten to spill once more, but I hold them back, determined not to let the sorrow consume me, especially knowing that deep down, it’s my fault.

“Hey, hey, hey! Don’t say that; you didn’t lose anything,” Mia reassures me, her hand squeezing mine with a comforting warmth. But I can’t shake off the weight of despair. I sigh heavily, I did lose , I lost everything.

“Really? I didn’t lose anything? I can’t believe that,” I respond, frustration bubbling to the surface. “I lost four precious years of my life on a douche who was just using me , my home because I signed it under his name so it is technically for him , my job because of things I won't go into detail about, I will tell you later , one tragic experience at a time . I lost you too! Weren’t you the one who claimed you didn’t befriend dumb people?” I retort, yanking my hand away from hers and running my fingers through my hair, pulling at it with increasing desperation in an attempt to feel anything other than this suffocating loss.

My body begins to tremble violently; each shakes sending jolts of pain through my scalp from how forcefully I’m tugging. My breaths come in rapid, shallow gasps, the air feeling thick and hard to inhale.

“Look at me, dammit!” Mia insists, her voice breaking through my haze of despair, I didn't even know she was talking. “I never meant what I said. I just wanted to shout, okay? I will always be your sister, your best friend—whatever you need, just stop shaking.” She pulls me closer, her grip steadying me, her words slowly cutting through the fog of my turmoil.

Suddenly, I feel the dam break inside me , I’m overwhelmed by sobs, collapsing onto the floor in a heap of raw emotion. Mia sinks beside me.It takes several breathless hiccups before I manage to regain some semblance of control and quiet the tears.

“What do you need right now?” Mia asks, her voice a whisper, holding me tightly. I can feel her body trembling against mine, she was crying, her tears mingling with mine bringing a bit of solace to my heart..

“I’m so sorry. I should be better at this,” I admit through broken breaths. “I thought I had moved past these episodes, but they’re back—all because of them , it is starting all over again”

“Don’t start talking nonsense, or I will actually leave you,” she warns, her grip tightening around me in a way that feels protective, almost suffocating, yet comforting—like a warm embrace that holds back the darkness.

“I need wine before I die,” I manage to gasp out, and with a sudden shove, Mia pushes me away, making me laugh despite the heaviness in my heart.

“You’re lucky I need wine too!” she replies, a smile breaking through the tears.

."we need to drown the shitty negative emotions away, "she says, returning with a bottle of wine.

"Yeah, who needs all these icky emotions anyway" I say with a laugh as she pours the wine into two glasses before handing me one.

"To men and how horrible they, are, "she says raising her glass

"Cheers to that my friend, to scummy bastards called men "I say, tapping my glass against hers .

"Here here " she says with a British accent... Well,a horrible version of one, and we both laugh before I take it all down in one gulp.

" Slow down, partner. I love drunk you, but you are a real baby the next morning, and I can't deal with that because I am going to be drunk, and I am also a big baby, so who will take care of us?" she says, and I scoff.

"Well we will figure that out later ,for now let's just live in the moment" I say turn more for myself and finish it in one gulp.

After finishing one bottle and halfway through another, I feel much better. I haven't reached the point of forgetting where I am or what I was crying about, but at least now, my eyes feel open and I can't get why I was crying in the first place .

"Now that I think about it, what did I see in that douche bag anyway, he always snores and doesn't know how to throw away a milk carton , like hello, the trash can is just a few feet away from you, be a man and take out the trash will ya, " I say and Mia laughs like a hyena nearly falling of her chair.

" Wow, how did you manage that? I would have kicked him out; I swear," she says, and it's my turn to laugh like a hyena turning more wine in my glass and spilling some on dresses, but right now I couldn't care less.

"We should ruin his life, "Mia says , I rub my chin in contemplating , right now I couldn't think of anything wrong with that idea but I couldn't help a little tiny part of me that feels that whatever we are planning on doing is wrong.

"Well, I think it's great, but I think we should ask our sober selves later on, "I say. I begin to for a piece of paper.

We realized one day that we come up with dumb ideas when we are drunk so it has been a tradition to have a paper and pen on hand when we knew we were getting drunk.

"ok found it , wrote it ,anything else?" I ask after I find a piece of paper and a pen and writing down 'us ruining his life 'on the note .

we go into detail on how to make his life miserable,like breaking his car window slashing his tire , sending gangsters after him , robbing the house , setting the rest of the house on fire , getting his company to go bankrupt and the most dangerous running him over as well as kidnapping him and sending him to a different country with no way to get back.

"Alright, I need to tell you something," she said, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "I'm pretty sure I’m about to spoil a surprise, but you know what? Forget it." With that, she vanishes from view for a few minutes, leaving me puzzled.

When she returned, her expression was eager yet playful. "What is it?" I asked, curiosity bubbling up inside me. Instead of answering, she abruptly thrust something into my hand. Just as quickly, she collapsed onto the floor beside me, her laughter echoing in the air.

"No way “