"I never feel better," I said with a drunken giggle, "Especially not when I'm around you."
"What does that mean?" Noah asked, confused.
"Just forget it, I'm drunk," I replied, jumping off the ledge. "Just ignore me and go back to the party."
"No chance," He said, stepping closer. "Tell me what you meant."
"It doesn’t matter," I insisted.
"It matters to me," Noah countered, moving even closer. "Does this have anything to do with what you were going to tell me at the race today before Dom and Chloe interrupted us?"
"Noah, just drop it," I pleaded.
"No, you need to tell me."
"Fine, I just meant that I'm really sad all the time," I admitted. "You make me happy, but then I feel bad for being happy."
"I make you happy?" Noah asked, gently touching my face.
"You're the only person I can
