It's been a while, I've actually had a couple chapters done, but certain things were undone and uncertain so I've been procrastinating. But I've finally decided it's time to put it up, I have been working on paper which I NEVER do. But I do it in classes. So it's portable XD. Enjoy(: (Happy ForverAlone Day) aka: Valentines Day
The night led on, and came to a defeat in power. When forces get put in motion, a balancing act occurs in which we call love. The moment of this night frisked away yet lingered. Sometimes it takes a single action to show us what we have been missing. And although being given up allows others to judge you, it is something that was already on the verge of happening so it had the right to be done.
Now all good things come to an end, and all beginnings have ends, and all days have a dawn. Now, one could sit here and discuss what happened and why. But in the end we can just be happy to know that stresses were relieved.
That next morning after a night of shenanigans and mishaps, the sun was too bright, and sheets were too soft. This feeling of being uncomfortable strangled with Argentina's feeling to actually get up. After a minute of debate he decided it was time to rise from the agony. He rose and the fall from the bed was more than he expected. Then it all came back to him it was because he wasn't in his room at all. He hadn't been in his bed either. He then remembered exactly what happened last night and the thought of what he had done, and let be done to him, caused him to get flustered deeply and have him nausea. When he noticed this headache it could be none other than a hangover.
But he didn't drink…Did he?
He looked near the bedside table and saw 6 finished wine glasses, with a smear of the red substance still in the glass. It had upset him how he could break how long he was clean of alcohol. When he drank, he wasn't himself; he was ditsy and said things he kept to himself. He could feel the guilt get to him.
He tried to remember more of what happened all he remembered was drinking way too much than he ever should. Drinking also got his extremely claustrophobic, therefore causing him to remove his clothes; at least he had some type of clothing left on him.
But if all of this had happened, he was surely not alone in this room. He peered around; he heard splashes from the water below the ship. Normally he wouldn't have fallen asleep because sleeping on boats terrified him. But the wine must have got him tired. That or something else.
His legs ached, and so did his hips. It was a pain that struck every time he took a step. He wobbled to the clock to get a closer look of what time it was. It was exactly 10:30, he had made a deal to meet up with Chile every morning around 10:45. He decided he would go early as a fresh start to this routine. He went to the medicine cabinet although this wasn't his room; he knew very well everyone had some painkillers. He took two pills hoping it would heal his hangover and aching body.
He grabbed his clothes, making him look more decent, and shook his hands through his hair hoping it would fix the issue of bedhead hair. He wobbled, to his shoes and as soon as it seemed they were on, we went to the door and hoped no one could notice what had happened last night, but before he could escape this fantasy life that had him ravished, a voice stopped him.
"Leaving so soon?" it asked temptingly, with a hint of smirk in the tone
It had him drawn back in, and with his hand at the doorknob he was thinking what to do. But more, what did he really want? And with the answer obvious he took his hand off the knob and decided Chile could wait.
Finally done! So I know it's bad, I just needed this story to go somewhere. I should update soon. Until next time.