Ethan
I've lost count on how many shots I've had. My head is spinning and probably "pounding" will appear as understatement for it. Everything seems to be wavy but I still want to drink.
It's been days since I broke Aoife's heart. However, it looks like joke is on me because I am the one who looks like a big garbage with a broken, stepped on, and bleeding heart.
Leaning on the headrest of this sofa as I close my eyes, her face teasingly showed giving light to the darkness. Funny how I imagined her face from our last date together. Everything seems to be so real so I took advantage of my alcoholic hallucination to stare at her for a few more moments.
Her eyes, smiles, lips, touch, and her as a whole.
Damn! I miss her so much.
I am damn devastated with the thought of sabotaging th
