Is it fate that is playing a terrible joke?

Because there is no way that you have already experienced this situation before, three times... and with the same person. ••• You could tell you'd gotten used to waking up in crimson silk sheets, wrapped in feather-filled pillows and with this blond by your side... Who was just slowly stirring in his sleep, his eyes opening after a moment and he slowly sat up in bed.

Traces of the night before could still be distinguished on his skin and in the environment, even though both of you were under the influence of alcohol and who knows what else, you could always feel in your bones the faint sorrow that happened during the night. ••• For the blond everything was blurry for a moment, feeling the familiar hammering sensation in his head. Anyone who saw him now would not find a trace of the serious and responsible Verlaine, who would usually never let things of this kind happen to him. But despite not believing in his humanity, he cannot help but fall under the effects of alcohol and of a beautiful person, to end up in such a disorderly manner in his own bed.

As the headache calmed down, Verlaine turned to look at the figure, who hided under the sheets besides him, witch only brought more memories in his head, and not just from this night. "Merde-... Who, oh... you?"