JASPER
The cut on my lip reopened when I poured the whiskey into my mouth.
Somehow, I enjoyed the sweet-bitter feeling.
The alcohol burned slowly down my throat while Morrison’s words continued echoing inside my head like a curse I could not escape.
“...You do not deserve her.”
My jaw tightened until it looked like it might c***k.
The glass in my hand creaked dangerously in my grip. The room was dark, except for the dim city lights slipping through the windows. Silence filled the room heavily. Yet, my mind wasn’t quiet.
Everywhere I looked, I saw Quinn. The most annoying was the way I kept bumping into her pictures and belongings. It unsettled me deeply.
I exhaled sharply and leaned back into the couch. The fight with Morrison replayed in my head again. His rage, obsession, the way
