C19 Morning After

Emma's POV

I remained motionless for a brief moment, observing Ethan as he fell asleep, his chest moving up and down with irregular breaths. The sofa underneath him displayed traces of the evening's disorder, while the pungent odor of alcohol and vomit clung to the surrounding air. I was aware that I needed to tidy him up, but I simply couldn't bring myself to do it. Not at this moment