( 🌑 · . + 🌙 — never grow up ✎ anastasia and leila
Anastasia hated this feeling. She hated feeling vulnerable and spending her time in bed with tears staining her face. She had done enough of that back home and she didn’t have plans on doing that while here. Anastasia was more interested in getting drunk every so often and write her music and be comfortable for once in her life, but here she was -- in her bed with a bowl of fruit and two pizzas that were both half eaten with a bottle of Pineapple Ciroc sitting on the bedside table. She didn’t want to tell Leila. She didn’t want to tell her about what happened to her shortly before she had the opportunity to come here. Maybe two or three people already knew about that, and the one person that she needed at the moment was gone, and she was sure that she was never going to see him again.
The female was sure that she was going to have the worst hangover, but she seriously didn’t care. She wanted to just dunk her head in some cold water and scream for about five minutes. Just last night, she spent her night in the pool, floating on the water as she watched the stars, even though the weather was cold and was sure that she was going to be sick at some point. The brunette couldn’t even bring herself to think about being sick -- she only missed her daughter. The baby that she didn’t even get to hold, the one that cut out of her at the expense of her ex-husband, the one that left a scar along her stomach, and the one who would be turning a year old today.
Anastasia sunk down in her bed, watching the television and stuffing her face with food as she heard her door open, and the blonde came in. She hadn’t even turn on a light all day other than her lamp, and that barely lightened one side of her room. Picking up the bottle of alcohol and taking a few quick sips, brushing her mouth with the back of her hand as the liquid burned her throat. “I’m gonna eat all of this food if you don’t get any of it.” Shoving a strawberry into her mouth, the red-eyed female shrugged her shoulders. “Do you think a full bottle of alcohol would get me drunk or should I go out to buy another one?”
