A Traitor

Colin

My last night in Curitiba was a blur of mixed emotions. After Othon's visit, I went down to the hotel bar in search of distraction. Alcohol seemed to be the only way to dull the guilt I was feeling, so I drank until I lost track of time and space. I vaguely remember encountering a lonely woman at the bar, and together we drowned ourselves in more drinks.

Waking up the next morning, the hangover was the least of my problems. I was lying next to her, with fragments of memories from the previous night dancing in my hazy mind. 

Mornings are always hard, but that one was even stranger. I didn't even remember my companion's name. To my relief, her first action upon opening her eyes was to realize the big mistake we had made and jump out of bed. 

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