Your head was splitting in half after last night. According to your memories, everything switched off immediately after that pill, and then only grey noise, some unintelligible moments and, of course, the rest of the evening with your head in the toilet, and you hugging it

You didn't remember just anything. When you clearly should.

You're trying to remember something after Malaсhy left saying he had to work till night at the factory. Then you celebrated your birthday with friends. Alcohol, other things... and then just a hole in your head. You think you've seen Malachy? Or did you think you did? He came as promised, didn't he? Or what happened?

The morning started late - you didn't wake up until two o'clock in the afternoon. Thankfully, it was Saturday, which meant no classes, and meant more time for you… only after you don't feel like you're gonna fall apart in a couple of minutes. What's worse, you still obviously had a terrible hangover.

As soon as you decided to get up and at least get dressed, you were met with the news that your mother wasn't home again, and a note on the fridge that she was at some... art class. The loneliness wasn't that long, though.

While you were in a drunken stupor and managed not to vomit again, and even sadly ate cereal with milk in the kitchen, you didn't notice a new guest - or rather, Malachy - enter the house and kitchen as well.