When Emily had found the third bottle of wine. She should not have opened it up and began drinking it. Instead, she should have put it away. Should have just endured the pain of a heartbreak, and gotten it over with. But the bottle had been too tempting for her to refuse. And now, Emily was suffering the consequences of yet another ill-advised drinking session. Her head was pounding, and opening her eyes felt as though she were being stabbed by a thousand needles directly in the iris.
Luckily for her, it seemed that her mum had still not come in from work yet, so the apartment was silent. There were no sudden noises to make the pain of her hangover even worse.
So Emily was able to just take a few minutes in bed defrosting, slowly working up the willpower needed to get up and go brush her teeth and shower. Both activities sounding more enticing the longer Emily thought about them.
