Drew
I take a large swig of my beer and slam the bottle back on the table, earning a few glances from people nearby.
"What I did was f****d up, I know. And I am so unbelievably sorry for what I did. I didn't mean to hurt you. I wasn't in my right mind, Cassandra. After what happened, the - " My eyes narrow in on my now trembling fingers. "After the shooting, all I could see was that man's face in my sleep. His girlfriend's face. I know that isn't an excuse, but I was self-medicating when I should have just been open with you."
Cassandra releases a howl of laughter that rings in my ears. "Well, I am glad that you realized what you did was f****d up because let me tell you... What I saw was f****d up, too. It may not be on the same level as what you saw, but it hurt."
I sigh. "I know and
