Chapitre 115: Leaving the nest is always an emotional process

"Sweetheart,"

Oh, how nice it was, waking up to the sweet voice of Natha. I immediately rolled to my side, chasing the source of the voice--and almost falling off the couch. 

Ugh--damn, I forgot that I was sleeping in Zia's bedroom. Ot rather...I passed out. The mischievous girl was somehow able to smuggle some wines from the cellar, and somehow, we ended up donning a few bottles on our own. 

"Be careful there," thankfully, the voice wasn't just a fragment of my imagination or drunken stupor. I felt Natha's cold hand supporting my body, and carefully shifting me back to the couch.

Slowly, I blinked my eyes and took the chaotic condition of the bedroom; mainly from candy wrappers and snack packaging though. Oh, and empty bottles. Also, a lot of pillows and blankets from other rooms since we built a fortress last night--Angwi would be sooo pissed about this.