***Ella***
I wake the next morning feeling rather dehydrated and with a throbbing headache. I look at my alarm clock and realise with a pang, that it is nine thirty; I had definitely missed my parents departure. I rub my eyes, trying to figure out why I felt so...
...Oh no.
I remember now.
I must have had about two bottles worth of Asti to myself over the course of the day; that was a lot for someone who didn't drink at all, being seventeen and all...
...Another oh no...
A vivid memory of being outside in the garden with Will, me tugging at his jumper...coaxing him closer to me...hoping he would kiss me...but he'd rejected me. So kindly...but he had. I cover my eyes with my hands and sigh loudly.
"No no no!" I mutter to myself in delayed embarrassment.
"And that...is why I pulled
