Nina's POV I waited at the door for him to walk in, for him to walk past the door. My hands clawed into my palm while I did so, as time drifted away, and I was left to my thoughts. I knew that I was supposed to go alongside him, but he had clearly rebuffed me doing so. It was at times like this I wondered if indeed I had any use to him. I had caused all of this, every single thing happening was because of me. If I hadn't insisted that he should fight for the company, then, maybe everything would have been fine. I dropped to the couch behind me, my hands patting my face. I needed to know how he was. I needed to know what he was thinking and what he wanted to do, I needed him to tell me, to talk to me. When the door beeped, revealing his slanted form, I held out my hands to him. He hugged me, squeezing me so tight that I had to push him a bit just so that I could breathe properly. His alcohol scented breath wafted into my nostrils, before I held him to myself. “You are drunk,” I
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