Eduardo woke up, staring at the familiar ceiling. His eyes scanned the whole area, it was the same room he had spent two nights in with Marcello. He stretched his hands as his legs vibrated for over three seconds before sitting up.
His head was aching. He let out a groan as his hand went straight to his head.
"How much did I fucking drink last night?" He asked himself.
He was always forgetting that this body wasn't good with drinks. His eyes fell on the empty side of the bed.
"Where is Marcy?" He asked himself and slipped out of the bed. He slid his feet into the slippers and staggered out of the room.
"Marcy?" He called. There wasn't any response. He furrowed his brows seeing how clean the vacation house had become. It was almost like a trash hole last night after drinking and everything. He remembered the whole grounds were littered, and the furniture wasn't even in place. But, it had changed. It was different.
"You're awake..."
