93. Mistake

The morning light crept through the half-closed blinds, casting a soft, golden glow over the disheveled room. As the sun's rays danced upon the scattered remnants of last night's revelry, a figure stirred beneath the tangled sheets. Andrei's eyes slowly flickered open, he was greeted by a sharp, pulsating, dull ache in his head. Instinctively, he clutched his throbbing temples, hoping to somehow ease the pain.

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“Ugghhh... My Head... Was I drunk again?”

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His other hand tried his best to support the weight of his body as he tried to lift himself up from the bed, but his head feels thousand times heavier than usual, burdened by the tingling pain. His eyes that are still not accustomed by the lights of the sun blinded him, and he uses his hand to scan around the area around him to look for water to drink.

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But his hand lands on the other side of the bed, where his hand can feel a mound beneath the sheets. His eyes went wide open as he immediately opens the sheets beside him, hoping tha