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04/02/2022 06:01 PM 

ac β€” 24,

 

To say that Sydney was anywhere near recovered from the little cruise mishap would be full on deciet. A lie fully displayed by the empty bottles that covered the nightstand and floor of the room she occupied in Greece, and the freshly popped cork that lay on the blanket from the rim of tequila now glued to her lips. Indulging herself in alcohol had always been a problem for the Italian girl, one she had finally had control over for the last few months. Now, a fully forgotten step forward has resulted in twenty leaps back. Everything was a blur— exactly the way she wanted it to be. She'd rather drown out all of the thoughts that consumed her mind rather than ponder on them like th anxious mess that she was. Thoughts like why in the f*** that had happened in the first place. Like why some of the most horrible things had continuously happened to her and everyone around her. In the most odd ways, to say the least. Coincidences was something she wasn't too fond of, considering she believed things to already be written in the stars. Which only fueled those negative thoughts she had about the live she was living. About the people she'd done willingly given herself over to. How could they just, once again, sweep this under the rug as if nothing had ever happened? 

Bottle. Lips. Bottle. Lips. Scrunching of her nose. That was the same sequence she had been in since.. well, as long as they'd been on this trip. Give or take the few times she'd managed to get out of bed. One resulting in her boyfriend throwing one of her closest friends into a million dollar statue, just another point proving that swimming in Patron.. safely in a bed was exactly where she needed to be. She couldn't figure out how anyonr could actually be enjoying themselves on this trip. Sure, they'd all had time to process, but.. but, how? Every single one of them could've died. They could be still stranded. Starving to death on an island in the middle of now where. As always, nothing seemed to make sense to her. The thoughts swirling along about the Leader's only adding even more misery to her loyal ridden mind. 

She was breaking. 

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