...Present day...
The decision I made that day started the domino effect I couldn't stop, but desperately wished to.
I painfully closed my eyes as the burning taste on my tongue triggered some unnecessary thoughts. I looked at the bottom of the glass with a throbbing headache. It wasn't that long ago that I could drink from these glasses without even batting an eye. Now the slightest taste fills me with crippling nausea.
I picked up my head slowly to see Raylon pick up another bottle and drink straight from it.
And yet… He looks perfectly fine.
Unlike me, he could drink it without it even burning his throat and ripping apart his stomach.
But how? He was always the type to get drunk so quickly. Now he's going through bottles as if they were juice.
His cheeks aren't even turning red!
Raylon noticed that I was staring at him intently. He sneered in response, "What? See something you like?"
