Above everything else, the one who first left was the most hurt.
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(Monday—6:21 p.m.)
-Ezekiel-
It was a long, pessimistic day for the man who locked himself in the hotel room. Now that the sun has set and his eyes are good enough to function like a predator at night, he had the freedom to go out and satisfy the longing of seeing the world—but with how heavy his body is, his heart no longer beats for the world…it simply craves for peace.
Stuck in the corner of his bedroom, a bottle of the strongest liquor that the hotel can offer is in his hand, while the other is supporting his throbbing head. Madame Leonor is kinder than I thought. As her gratitude haunted him down, the guilt he was feeling from keeping his beloved Alli by his side raised a thousand-fold just by the thought tha
