She started talking to him for a reason. He resembled someone from her past. But eventually she grew fond of him. As they started talking more and more, she started drinking less of that poison. He became her emotional anchor and stress buster.

Before he came into her life, landing up unconscious after a series of uncontrollable vomits and seizures was a way of life for her. It was her escape, her refuge. Being sober hadn't got her anywhere and being drunk obliterated the possibility. She knew how to get out of trouble. But more than that, she knew how to get into trouble. Things changed when he came by.

But he couldn't commit to her. And she never blamed him for that. No one would ever commit to a girl who was a drunkard, a chain smoker, an antisocial bipolar bi*ch.

She had always been alone, so it was more of a habit for her now. But sometimes, late at night when she was unable to sleep, she wondered whether someone will understand what she really was.

She was yet to see.