SM owns. Not beta'd. But you already knew that.
I stumble into my apartment and look at the time on my phone.
3:00 A.M.
I don't know how the fuck I managed to get home. I don't even remember giving the cab driver my address or paying him. But I'm here. And I'm numb.
I throw myself face down onto my bed, willing the world to stop spinning.
I was hoping that the alcohol would keep me from thinking about her.
It hasn't.
On the contrary. I'm thinking.
I'm thinking all over the place.
Everything we've been through. All the years we've known each other.
Each movie night.
Each afternoon we'd hang out and do homework, and laugh, and play video games.
That time I tried to teach her guitar chords.
Every good memory floods my senses.
My mind goes to last year... and every good memory wilts into nothing.
I fucked up. I am a fuck up.
In a moment of pure stupidity, I can't talk myself out of pulling out my phone.
I'm sorry I fucked up. -E
The I surrender to the black.
A/N: More tomorrow. Thank you all for your words of encouragement and I'm thrilled you love this little story. It's organic writing. No plan, no outline. My favorite.