Chapter 47

KAI

It had been a week. Seven long, torturous days, and I hadn’t moved from my bed. I couldn’t. Every muscle in my body ached, but it wasn’t the physical pain that kept me there. It was something far worse. It was the weight of guilt, the crushing realization that I had ruined everything. I wished I could be the normal me and try to fix everything like I usually would before, but I could not even get the zeal to stand up from my bed. To function like a normal human being.

I lay there, surrounded by empty bottles of alcohol, the only thing keeping me functioning, though barely. Every time hunger gnawed at my insides, or thirst parched my throat, I reached for another bottle, taking a long drink to stave off the discomfort. But nothing could dull the ache in my chest, the heavy guilt that gripped me tighter with each passing hour.

The room reeked of stale alcohol and sweat. The air was thick and stifling, but I didn’t care. I deserved this. Every part of me deserved to rot away in thi