Giana found herself at a bar, facing her second glass which she downed in the next moment guiltlessly.
No, actually the guilt was eating away at her like insects swarming a carcass.
Giana didn't mean to hurt herself nor did she do this on purpose considering that her body wasn't just hers now.
However, she needed this alcohol to escape the emotional overdrive she was suffocating from. Pain, frustration, hopelessness and various kinds of feelings were raging in her mind. She just wanted to forget all that for a moment.
She used to have Dillon, who would listen to all her complaints. Before, Giana could do whatever she wanted, because she knew Dillon would be there for her. But now, she couldn't do that.
Because Dillon was the new source of trouble in her life…
