Chapter 22 | Miserable

Heavy eyes, hammering migraine, a sour taste inside his mouth, Harvey has a hard time waking up this morning. He groans and stretches his arms toward the window, where a warm sunray is peaking. He opens one eye and checks his phone to see what time it is. It's earlier than he thought. Harvey sighs and rubs his eyes before he sits on the side of the bed and pours a glass of water. The cold liquid feels like a refreshing wave inside his throat. He looks down and realises he's still in his clothes. He smells like alcohol, sweat and smoke from the theatrical fog of yesterday's party.

Harvey lazily walks to the bathroom and runs the shower. He gets rid of his clothes and stands under the warm water. He lets out a sigh of relief and starts rubbing his body with the gel. It was a routine for him. He used to wake up this way every morning as his friends pushed him to party with them all the nights of the wee