DANZEL POV:
I stood there for a while, thinking about life. I laughed at myself; I really don't have a life. I never had before she came along. And now that she's gone, it is hell. Living life is hell. Those few months after her death, I had completely lost my mind. I let myself drown in her thoughts, in her smile and alcohol helped me a lot. At first, the bar in my mansion was the only place one could find me at any time of the day, but after Yara and Philip decided to keep me away from it, I decided to go to local bars, hell I remember taking membership of the club so they could give me unlimited drinks. I would drink and drink and drink until there was nothing left inside me until the alcohol would fill my grief and pain. Sometimes, I would get up with a massive headache and realize I blacked out inside the club, or sometimes, someone would take me back to the mansion. After a couple of days, I figured it was the guys.
