Hatred

32 Hatred

As heart-breaking as it was to listen to him recount the events of his past, Zara felt bad for leading him on. Aaron was clearly drunk and she didn’t feel right sitting there and letting him pour out his darkest secrets to her while in a stupor.

“Aaron, you’re drunk. You should stop this!” she said, trying hard to get him to listen.

“If only drunkenness could take the pain away,” he said, chuckling, “I’d drown myself in an ocean of wine and let it consume me.” He looked like a man beside him mind. His eyes were fierce and his fists were clenched. Zara couldn’t help but imagine what it must feel like for him.

She recalled that he’d once told her that he, too, was a child of the gutters. Was that what he was referring to? She sighed and stood, taking Aaron’s arm. “You need to go to bed. If you sleep, you will be fine in the morning.”