Drunken Heartache
I stirred at my desk as the light cracked through my arms where my head lay throbbing and groaned. I probably looked like a disaster and smelled horrible. I had drank through several bottles of whiskey feeling pain and self-loathing. I sat up and poured the remaining amount of whiskey from the bottle left on my desk into my glass from last night. I drank it only in hopes of helping with this hangover. The door to my office creaked open, and there was Sean staring down at me with his height. I rolled my eyes and rested my head in my hands. He quietly came forward and took the chair in front of the desk. We sat in silence for a minute before I couldn't take it anymore. "What?" I snapped. "I know I messed up. Everyone knows, and she isn't coming back. She deserved better than me anyway."
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