A few hours ago.
Viola had woken up not feeling any better than she did the night before, the sadness and regret were still lodged in her chest along with a very bad hangover headache that felt like her skull was about to split clean in two. She found herself tucked inside Sebastian's embrace as she attempted to move, but stopped herself so she wouldn't wake him with a sudden movement.
She stared at his handsome sleeping face, where every sharp feature had softened in sleep, giving him a boyish and almost innocent look that she had never seen on him while he was awake. She recalled how he had stayed with her all through yesterday, every moment of it, and a lump rose quietly to her throat.
