Lucien's POV

“What have I done? What am I doing? Was I really that drunk?” I think as I lay next to Natasha, I can hear and feel her sombering and crying. Why is it so hard for me to fall asleep now? Is this guilt? Numerous thoughts rush in my head preventing me from falling asleep. I wait until she is no longer moving; perhaps she’s now sleeping.

I rise from her side gently and pick up my clothes making my way out of her room, I take one final glance at her before finally disappearing into the hallways and out of her sight.

I lay in my bed restless the entire night wondering what had come over me to have done such a thing “ohh Lucien, you’ve turned into another man that I do not recognise” I say to myself with a maniacal laughter, I keep moving around the bed until dawn after which I decide to sit in the large living room.

I stand motionless in the living room, observing Natasha as she emerges from her room. She moves like a ghost, devoid of life, her eyes distant and detached. Irritation and di