13
Suffering
Giving Andrea the space she needed and not busting down the door to her apartment was an exercise in restraint. He hadn’t even known that he had that much control in one finger, let alone in his whole body. He also hadn’t known that her walking out would hurt this much.
And it hurt like a f*****g b***h.
Fifteen years was a long-ass time to be with someone.
He didn’t even remember what a time in his life before Andrea was like. He’d been a kid. She was his entire adult life. She was the girl at every event. She was the girl he would come home to. Without her, what the hell am I supposed to do?
He’d found that answer at the bottom of a bottle all weekend.
Sure, I’m wallowing in self-pity, but who could blame me? His girlfriend had just left him, and he didn’t know how to
