The Past - Erich Blunt

maturity.

Hello my lovelies!

I am so sorry for not updating for so long, I've been so busy with work and I had zero inspiration to write hehe.

Anyways I am back!

Here is maturity.

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What the fuck?

She's left me, she's fucking left me.

I feel sick, I've fucked up before but this time? I've fully ruined it.

There's a rollercoaster of emotions going through me.

Anger.

Pain.

Love.

I still love her, I always have and I always will.

But who the fuck does she think she is leaving me? She has no right.

Especially to England, she's probs fucking some British guy for a 'pot of tea'.

Calm Erich.

I grab the vase on the table next to me and throw it.

Fuelled by anger, I go into the kitchen and pour a glass of Scotch.

I barely flinch as the hot liquid trails down my throat.

Refreshing.

Once I drink the alcohol, I then throw the tumbler onto the floor.

I no longer care about the mess.

I needed a thrill, a buzz.

Sex.

Blinded by my own emotions, I book an Uber and head out.

Temple.

The best nightclub that's ever graced the streets of San Francisco.

I'm not even dressed to go out, but I don't care.

Anyone and everyone would still fuck me.

Even in the afternoon, the place is busy. Thank fuck.

There's plenty of girls for me to choose from, I needed to get Adele out of my head.

I spot a particular woman.

She looked older, probably mid 30s. Still hot though. She didn't seem like any of the women in there. She looked classy and sophisticated.

I like that.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

She looked up and down at me and smiled politely, I had a smirk on my face.

"I'll have a Martini."

I nodded and ordered our drinks.

"1 Martini and 1 Jack Daniels."

We sat and spoke for a few hours.

"Why don't we take this back to my car?"

A woman who knows what she wants.

"I don't even know your name yet."

"Christina."

"Well Christina, I'm Erich."