Chương 47: Chapter 47

The next morning I felt like literal death. My lips were so dry that as I slowly parted them to let fresh air into my stale mouth, the skin on my lips pulled and peeled. I tried to grasp for the glass of water by the bed but my entire body was too limp, but somehow also stiff, to even move. So with my corse throat itching to be soothed I just lay like a corpse shrouded in the sheets of the bed, trapped in the coffin that was my life right now. Just like a morgue, the room was empty of any other life too which was the only real positive here. Andrea was gone and although company is usually beneficial in times of despair, I'd rather be on an isolated desert island than with him.