Chance's POV:
I leaned on the wooden wall and blew out another smoke. It was noon, I think. I don't know the exact time because I have turned off my phone.
I didn't want anyone to come and disturb me so I turned off my phone, and made few tricks so that they can't track me down.
That night I was too drunk and too angry so I went straight to my apartment and packed few things then I drove off.
I can't really remember how I drove here. I just woke up and I was in front of it.
Shouldn't have bought beer on my way to apartment.
I stood up and wiped my eyes. I have been crying a lot recently. But I wasn't feeling sad. I was hurt.
He let me down.
I wasn't that angry at him for breaking my trust. I was angry at myself for trusting him in the first place.
Suddenly I felt like cryi
