"Bleeding Christ!" Adrian would exclaim as a bucket of collected water would be forced to his face. As he rose further upwards with his palms now collected at the small cot to his back, he would hesitate in shock to find her across from him. Just as she had come to analyze the detail of his lack of hygiene the night before, he took in the details of her recent wounds as well as her overall presence. Even though his lips drew a hard line of focus, his eyes would soften in relief to explain to her that she remained in his heart along with his own pride and stubbornness.
"Did he grow tired of you?" His words were cold as he would now move across the room and took a glass bottle to his lips. She has now surpassed compassion for him as she realized this obsessive need for alcohol was a poor e
