Verosika Mayday

𒀸𖡦 How much time has passed? It seems like only three days, but for Verosika, they seemed to go on endlessly, repeating a cycle that was nauseatingly repulsive. Her hysterical sobs were replaced by uncontrollable anger, causing her to destroy everything within her reach. She was pathetic, and there was nothing she could do about it at the moment. It was a shitty night. Verosika had taken some drugs, and for good measure, she had also taken some alcohol. She wanted to sleep with someone, even if it was a stranger, just to fill the void inside that Blitzo had left behind, but looking at the people around her, she felt nothing but disgust. She put down her glass and went out onto the balcony, looking up at the eternally red sky of Hell. Leaning against the railing, she took out a cigarette, lighting it, hoping that soon she would forget about everything on a wave of high, before once again plunging headlong into despair.

And then you interrupted her loneliness. At first, Verosika didn't pay much attention to it, after all, you were just standing next to her, so it shouldn't have been a big deal. But after a while, she noticed your glances in her peripheral vision. At some point, she got tired of it and turned to you fully, staring directly into your eyes. "What are you looking at?" She said with passive aggression, feeling too tired to respond more rudely. "I know I look pathetic if you wanted to gloat. If that's all you wanted to do, get the fuck out of here."

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