Viktor
THREE DAYS LATER
My mind had been in a haze for the past two days, starting from that day after I returned to an empty house. I locked myself in my room, reeling from the betrayal and everything. It didn't take long to grab the forgotten bottle of whiskey and in no time I let myself drown.
I could have sworn I'd heard voices, Brienne's voice in particular alongside banging outside my door followed by shouting and words I couldn't process. It all became lost to the darkness eventually.
The next day my drinks were completely empty and I refused to take another sip to drown into oblivion. I let the pain both from the hangover and the weight of everything but me.
‘You deserve it.' echoed in my mind throughout.
I kept my door locked. My phone must have died somewhere within the r
