streamed into the bedroom

ng over, one arm th

ater. And an aspirin.

nurse his hangover

ice, after last night, wa

e bed, lookin

void of emotion, "last nigh

"What are you talkin

broke to pursue her years ago. Y

h. I was wasted. You can't take drunk

e always used to dismiss

g. The long-term deceit, now

aid, the words tasting

use I got drunk and said some st

rly underestimating my resolve, ju

d, heading for the shower, as if I hadn

me. He never tru

t suffocating. I needed the who

gers trembling as I scro

dy. He was there when Mark an

lled

ed to ask you something

he other end. "Sarah.

stagram post, about Mar

I never wanted to get in the middle

ex? Please, j

ed my deep

ooked like he had a Porsche. Mark was crushed, his ego took a huge hit. You were there, being your usual kind self to him, and... he

built on his bruised eg

on me. I walked to the bathroom

Streaks of silver at my tem

of propping him up, of wondering why I wa

cold, hard resolve forming

e, a city I' d always dreamed of.

. Long-term. Perm