Dear Adam,
I went to a party last night and I am writing this with a bad hangover.
Last night was the usual. I slept with a few guys who I would most likely never see again and I got completely and utterly wasted. I still see your face on every guy I sleep with, which is the only reason I do it. You left this damn big hole in my chest that I can't seem to fill with meaningless flings. And it fucking sucks.
The only thing that was different at this party was that Sawyer was there. And every time I would climb the stairs and disappear into a strangers bedroom I would glance at him.
He looked disgusted but mostly he looked sad and heartbroken. It made me feel sick to my stomach. It made me feel dirty.
Did I do that to him?
Still Sad,
Bailey
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