Even when I was highly intoxicated she wouldn't leave my mind. I could still imagine the curves of the body, the glitter of her eyes, the way her lips taste.
Every little thing, crystal clear in my memory.
Stop thinking about her, she played you.
I keep on telling myself that, but I can't help myself. I'm in love with her.
What am I doing here?
She's still out there.
She's broken, she's crying out for help and I want to save her.
She doesn't hate me, she hates what she thinks I did.
I need to clear the air, I don't care what Eric will do. He could kill me but I need her to know.
I'm coming Lia.
I get off of my stool and stumble my way of the the bar, looking for my car.
"Hey buddy you're really drunk." I stranger stops me.
"Get off me!" I push him away and jog to my car.
I get
