Chapter 48 DRUNK

• It was getting darker, but Eros was not bothered about going home. He sat in the lounge of one of his hostels drinking glass upon glass of alcohol, hoping no one finds him. Javier had called him severally, but he had refused to answer, all he wanted was to be alone. He didn't know why he felt this way and tried to convince himself that it was because of the memory the therapy session he had earlier sprouted, but deep down in his most secret heart, he knew it was something that Cassandra said to him.
• Why was he letting it get to him? Why was he letting her mess around with his head? Was he angry? Was he sad? He couldn't differentiate what he was feeling right there. It was a feeling of frustration, a feeling of helplessness. What was he going to do to make her stop talking to him that way? Violence never solved the problem. His phone vibrated again, he stared at it, Javier flashed on the screen, and he ignored it.
• He planned to drink until he stopped thinking of the different ways Cassandra was affecting him. He was tipsy already, but he wanted to drink until he was dead to the world.