Let's go back to last night, where it all started—when everything quietly slipped out of control.
Rose was absolutely wasted, her entire upper body slumped across the scratched wooden table, a couple of empty glasses scattered around her like fallen soldiers.
"Ughh, aahh...~ S-S…"
She could barely get a single sound out, her words melting into slurred sighs that didn't even form a proper sentence.
I let out a long, tired sigh, the kind that felt like it came from somewhere deep inside my chest.
It wasn't that Rose couldn't handle her liquor—if anything, she usually held it better than most. But sometimes, for reasons only she knew, she'd push herself too far, knocking back drink after drink until she was completely out cold like this.
It honestly still amazed me she wasn't a total lightweight, considering how reckless she got.
