CHAPTER 19

Vanya's POV

"Are you okay?"

I lowered the bottle of wine from my lips and turned to look at Marco. He was dressed in pajamas, probably about to go to bed.

"I'm fine." I replied, bringing the bottle back up to my lips. He walked out and came closer to me.

"That's a lot of bottles," He said. I turned and looked at the bottles of wine strewn on the floor beside me.

"I'll get more tomorrow." I said, chugging down more wine. I could barely taste the wine against my numbed tongue. I can't tell how many bottles I've chugged down. I can't even feel the alcohol.

Sometimes I wish it was easy to get drunk. But unfortunately I have high alcohol tolerance.

"Can I join you?" Marco asked.

"Sure" I replied with a noncommittal shrug. He sat beside me on the floor, leaning his back up against the wall.

I passed the bottle to him which he kindly declined. I turned my gaze back to the night sky filled with stars. My thoughts are everywhere and nowhere at once. I can't even start to process what I f