Chapter 295: Slip Up
When Emily had found the third bottle of wine. She should not have opened it up and began drinking it. Instead, she should have put it away. Should have just endured the pain of a heartbreak, and gotten it over with. But the bottle had been too tempting for her to refuse. And now, Emily was suffering the consequences of yet another ill-advised drinking session. Her head was pounding, and opening her eyes felt as though she were being stabbed by a thousand needles directly in the iris.
Luckily for her, it seemed that her mum had still not come in from work yet, so the apartment was silent. There were no sudden noises to make the pain of her hangover even worse.
So Emily was able to just take a few minutes in bed defrosting, slowly working up the willpower needed to get up and go brush her teeth and shower. Both activities sounding more enticing the longer Emily thought about them.
After she had finally managed to get up and get clean, Emily returned to her bedroom feeling slightly more alive and less like roadkill. Walking into her room, her intent had been to just put on some clothes and head out into the kitchen so that she could get something to eat, while also getting the evening meal ready. But the moment that Emily stepped foot in her room again, she froze. She had not seen it before because she had been too busy focused on all of the aches and pains that came with being hung over.
But now that she was feeling a bit better, Emily’s eyes instantly landed on the anomaly in the room.
It seemed that at some point, while the alcohol had still been flowing freely in her veins. Emily had taken out the unfinished puzzle picture, and also her embroidered heart. What exactly her plans had been with the two items?
Emily had no idea, and she did not wish to find out. That Chapter was well and truly closed. The sooner she accepted that, the better.
Grabbing the two objects, Emily put them away once again. Trying her best not to focus too much on them. It was actually kind of sad, the fact that just holding two itemss. Things that were neither good nor bad, made her heart feel as though it were being pierced by a barbed wire.
No sooner had Emily put the puzzle picture, and the embroidered heart away. She heard the front door opening. Signalling that her mum had returned. Going out to greet her, Emily instantly knew that she had made a mistake the moment that her mother’s eyes landed on her.