Chapter 6. You must return the kiss you stole

My apartment felt empty and dark. I was too lazy to turn on the lights. The faint light came from the city lights and the moonlight filtering through the windowpane whose curtains I hadn't closed earlier. I sat alone on the sofa—I and Evan often had sex on this sofa, dammit—bottles of liquor lined the table, one of which was lying around. The view of the glittering city from the window only made me feel more isolated. The chaos that had haunted me all day seemed to creep into my mind, filling every corner of the room with confusion and despair.

I was tired. This day had been exhausting. And chaotic. The doorbell of the apartment rang a while ago. I ignored it.

My gaze languished on Evan's suitcases and boxes of belongings. After coming home from work, I took out all his clothes and belongings. However, it didn't take long for me to finally burst into tears.

Without thinking, I grabbed a bottle of liquor and gulped it down with a desire to forget everything. Every sip felt like an esca