Elina woke up with a bad headache she&quot;s having such a bad hangover. She groaned, lifting her head from the bed. 
 Damn! 
 She felt like shit. 
 Argh! Standing up from the bed, she sat on her floor with her back leaning on the bed. 
 She saw a note posted on a cup. With the words written. 
 For your hangover. 
 Stretching a little, she pulled the note off the cup and stare at it. Wondering who write it. 
 Nevertheless, she took the cup and drank from it. 
 She felt a little refreshed though. Shutting her eyes. And reopened, gawp at the room she was, it was her room!<span class="Apple-convert

&quot;We should postpone the wedding don&quot;t you think.&quot; Kenzo suggested sitting beside her on the bed. She shook her head slowly.
 &quot;We ain&quot;t doing any of that. Everyone is waiting for our wedding, we can&quot;t just postpone it anymore. I&quot;ll be fine before the wedding.&quot; She exhaled. 
 &quot;How long have I been here?&quot; 
 &quot;A terrible week.&quot; He blurts out before he could stop himself. She gave him a look. 
 &quot;Guess she&quot;s gone right? To the grave. Such a lowlife..&quot; 
 it was Kenzo&quot;s turn to look at her with a glare. 
 He couldn&quot;t say anything else. He didn&quot;t know how he felt these days. 
 He comes ho

Elina quietly sips from the bottle of vodka, as she stares into space in the bar. Nothing seems to be getting her at the moment. She took a huge gulp of the drink. And dropped it in on the table. With a sigh. 
 &quot;Hey, I need another bottle!&quot; She yelled over the loud music. She was tipsy already, she could feel it. But she needs more drink. 
 &quot;You shouldn&quot;t bother about that.&quot;
 Someone slumped down on the next seat which was beside her.
 She wipes her eyes to look at the intruder. Glaring at the person from beneath her lashes. 
 &quot;Who the fuck are you?&quot; She screeched, standing on her feet, but staggered backward, falling back into the chair she sat on. 
 &quot;I know you

Elina woke up with a bad headache she&quot;s having such a bad hangover. She groaned, lifting her head from the bed. 
 Damn! 
 She felt like shit. 
 Argh! Standing up from the bed, she sat on her floor with her back leaning on the bed. 
 She saw a note posted on a cup. With the words written. 
 For your hangover. 
 Stretching a little, she pulled the note off the cup and stare at it. Wondering who write it. 
 Nevertheless, she took the cup and drank from it. 
 She felt a little refreshed though. Shutting her eyes. And reopened, gawp at the room she was, it was her room! 
 Her small house, how did she get back in here, she remembered going into the ba

A hangover