Michael
The night passes amidst Albert's antics, the doctor's evident discomfort, George adding suggestive comments, and Dan almost on the verge of tears, oblivious to everything around him.
With a nod, I ask him to come outside with me to smoke.
Alcohol and cigarettes have been my companions for a few years now. They're the only things that can numb the guilt, my broken heart, and the regret over my decisions.
"What's wrong with you?" I ask him once we're outside.
He takes a deep breath.
"The problem is, many people around you do things for you, and you just don't appreciate it," he says, annoyed.
"Now you're starting to sound like Loren," his eyes darken with anger.
"That woman saw you as a fool, and you let her go as if it was nothing. Also, don't compare me to her," his irritat
