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Morning After

Azek’s POV

I fought so hard to open my eyes that were as heavy as clay bricks. My head throbbed with severe headaches like I was shot at the back of my head.

My headaches were evidence of a dreadful night. Filled with agony, despair, and pain. Leaving a scare in my brain to forever haunt me.

I tried to remember what had happened last night. But each time I try, I get a blurry and hazy replay of some unrelated clips in my head. Worsening the headaches. So I stopped trying.

My breath and clothes were wrecked with the stench of alcohol. The smell of a wasted soul fighting depression. The house, was so still and quiet, like a graveyard in the middle of the ocean.

The quietness felt heavy like the little bits of pain and despair I could partly recall, Vague but harsh and taunting my mind.

I looked around, searching for some clue to remind me of the event that took place the night before.

My eyes caught sight of Mia, who was knocked out cold on the chair a few inches c