The sickening noise of their bodies colliding echoed through the room, pounding like a drum in my head, each throb sending waves of disgust through my veins.
I had grown numb to these scenes, but the sight of them defiling my own couch, my carpet, and those things that once held my comfort stoked an unbearable fire of fury within me.
I slammed the bedroom door, the sharp bang startling them both, freezing the pair outside for just a moment. The silence that followed was short-lived.
With no other choice, I shoved in my earplugs, willing my mind to shut down as I fought for sleep.
The next morning, Aunt Nori stood frozen in the doorway, her gaze fixed on the near-destroyed sofa and carpet. The destruction was undeniable, but I’d already made up my mind.
"Throw them out," I instructed, my voice cold and decisive. "We don’t need a sofa or carpet in the living room anymore."
That night, I was woken once again by the sound of their shameless actions. I reached out beside me, but the space was empty; Vernon was gone.
It felt so familiar, like a nightmare on endless repeat.