---- Chapter 6 I couldn't help but cry for a short while. I found the entire situation laughable. At that point, I'd lost count of how many times Zeke had abandoned me for Scarlett. I'd gotten used to this feeling by now. I looked at a couple who were strolling down the street while holding hands. Suddenly, I remembered that Zeke and I used to do that, too. As the taxi drove off, I couldn't quite see the couple anymore. My memory of Zeke was starting to become a blur, too. After I reached home, Zeke sent me an update. "T just got Scarlett back to her place. She keeps throwing up. I don't know if I'll be able to go home tonight," his message read. My mind went blank as I stared at my phone screen. If my memory served, this was the first ---- time Zeke had ever sent me an update. lonce asked him how many people were going toa get-together, and he thought I was trying to make a big fuss out of nothing. "am I obligated to tell you every single detail? Don't you find that exhausting?" Afterward, I spent a great deal of time trying to cheer him up before he finally stopped giving me the cold shoulder. On top of that, he even firmly told me to stay out of his business. I replied with a short "okay". "T'm just staying the night because she won't stop throwing up and it's getting late. Please don't take things the wrong way," he texted back in an attempt to clear things up. "Okay," I replied emotionlessly. Zeke didn't send me any more messages for the remainder of the night. ---- Later that night, I headed to the bathroom and threw up multiple times. Scarlett wasn't the only one that had gotten drunk at the dinner party-I'd drunk too much as well. I only managed to drag my body back to bed late at night. Since I didn't get a good night's rest, I ended up developing dark eye circles when I woke up the next day. By the time Zeke got home, it was already noon. I was eating a bowl of stew that I'd just ordered in. Zeke used to berate me for ordering something in. He claimed that the food was unhealthy. However, when he came home today, he leaned toward me and asked, "Is the stew good?" I gave him a strange look before nodding in reply. He sat on the dining table and looked at me. "You have no idea how troublesome it is to take care of a drunk person. I bolted out of her place and sped home as soon as she was sober."