~a cup of coffee ~

Aria woke up the next morning with a split headache as she grudgingly rubbed her eyes and reached for her glasses. She couldnt recall how she got to bed last night but she was grateful she woke up in it and not under a moving truck because her bones sure feels like she has been hit by one.

Her headache was getting stronger by each passing second as she kept trying to recall any detail from the previous day without any luck.

The last thing she remembered was someone hovering over her followed with a loud noise in the background.

Her throat felt dry as...