-Don't jump-

Bottles of Champagne

Truthfully speaking, he had no reason to stick around, it could have been that he still had feelings (which he very clearly did), or it was because he enjoyed the other's company.

He always picked the latter, he couldn't accept the truth, so, he popped open a bottle of Champagne and began drinking.

Before long, the entire bottle had been downed in one sitting, yet, it wasn't enough.

He wanted to drown away his feelings,

All of his pain.

So, he kept opening bottles, and bottles, and bottles.

He had an addiction, clearly. It was never easy trying to quit. As his vision began to blur, he picked up his phone and shakily typed in that damn phone number.

..Ring

..Ring

..

"Hello?"