Trace

Harry returned home that evening drunk. Maya wondered about the occasion that made him lose his senses to liquor. She would be the last to get drunk outside of the house and let her vulnerability out.

She lifted her face to see Harry swaying from one end to the other end like a rootless tree. Her anger inflamed the moment he saw him that way.

“ Harry, why won't you stop doing this to yourself already? You are killing yourself just because you cannot control yourself? Why don't you get drunk at home? It will save your sorry ass” Maya flares. She was getting tired of Harry's nuisance.

Harry glanced at Maya who was sitting on the bed with her laptop and scoffed.

“ C’mon Maya, when did you ever care about the way I live? It was only Ramona who had been the one who cared about me sincerely” Harry was drunk but spilled nothing but the truth.

Maya was irrigated. The name ‘Ramona’ irked her so much. She was all peaceful, working in silence till Harry clumsily worked in to interrupt her peac