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CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT perfect little accident. season six, episode sixteen. (lol, time to grab your popcorn, folks)
CASSIE WAS ABOUT EIGHTY PERCENT SURE THAT SHE WAS DEAD. She could practically hear the sirens of the ambulances coming to take her body away, lying limply on the bed as she pictured Mark at the funeral home picking out a casket for her body to lie in during her memorial service.
And as someone who had actually been dead before, she felt like this death was somehow a million times worse than the others; mainly because of the fact that she was still breathing.
Hangovers had never been a big deal for Cassie, considering the fact that she rarely (if ever) got them. And if she did get them, they were minor, only some slight nausea with a headache that could be cured by taking a couple ibuprofen. But no, this hangover wasn't like the ones she was used to; this hangover was angry, and it was violent. It had her on the verge of tears only seconds after waking up, and she hadn't even attempted to open her eyes yet. This hangover felt like death.
(Okay, so perhaps she was being a little dramatic.)
With a prolonged groan of pain, Cassie carefully peeled one eye open, the other remaining shut as it was smashed between her head and the pillow.
Patiently, she waited for the drunken embarrassment of the night prior to come flooding back in waves of shock, just as it usually did after each time she drank her heart away. But oddly enough, it never did, leaving her unable to reminisce on whatever tequila-induced bad choices she'd made.
A breeze from the air conditioning made her shiver, and it was then that she realized her covers were nowhere to be found.
Blindly reaching behind herself, she grabbed ahold of them, attempting to yank them over her shoulder, only the covers didn't move an inch. The phenomenon eerily reminded her of her many peaceful mornings several months prior, back when she'd often stay the night at Mark's apartment, and she'd wake up to him cocooned in the sheets while she was left bare, her only heat source being the body beside her.
Actually, now that she thought about it, the current moment felt exactly like that—
Cassie's eyes snapped wide open, and with a gasp, she braced herself for the startling revelation that oh fuck, she slept with her ex, didn't she?
She wished she could be surprised, but really, it was just a matter of time before Cassie blocked her therapist's number and jumped Mark's bones the first chance she got.
