Wilder has an extra ticket to a party and invites his best friend Tristen to go with him. Tristen isn't quite thrilled but decides not to turn down his friend's offer.
'It's just a party. It's gonna be fun.' That's what Tristen thinks. Wilder, on th...
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With a big bottle of wine in one hand and my phone in the other, I played a song that I thought would help me get rid of the pain in my chest. I was dead wrong. It only melted me down into a pile of emotional mush.
"Wherever you go," I sang along with a broken heart, then sniffled. "Whatever you do."
I was laying on my stomach in my bed, so drunk and miserable, sobbing like a toddler who lost his favorite blanket. Tris was my comfort blanket, my teddy bear, my everything since I found out I had feelings for him in high school.
"I will be right here waiting for you."
I chugged the remaining liquid from the bottle before I cried my eyes out. I sank my face in my arm and wept. I looked so pathetic. If anyone walked in on me right now they wouldn't recognize me. My hair was all messy and my face was red and covered in tears and snot.
Yup. Definitely, not a sexy look on me.
"Whatever it takes or how my heart—" my voice cracked and I couldn't finish.
I put the phone aside and wiped my tears, still heaving and shaking with heavy sobs. I couldn't tell if I was seeing blurry images because of the tears or because I was wasted as fuck. Probably both.
The song kept playing:
"I will be right here waiting for you."
"Stupid... drink." I slurred at the wine bottle before tossing it aside. "You were supposed to make me feel better."
But I felt worse.
Tris was gone. I didn't know where to find him. He was not answering my calls. I phoned his sister earlier so she'd convince him to talk, but she didn't get back to me. What else could I do?
"I took for granted all the times That I thought would last somehow."
When I was out giving Tristen some space, I didn't return until way later. I thought giving him more time would be good for him. You could imagine my shock when I returned and didn't find him in the apartment. His clothes were gone, his shoes, supplies, everything.
And the worst part was, I don't think he's ever coming back.
"I hear the laughter, I taste the tears But I can't get near you now."
I didn't even get a chance to tell him I loved him... and now he was gone.
"Oh, can't you see it, baby?" I swayed my head to the song lyrics as my voice turned into a loud wail of hurt and sorrow. "You've got me goin' crazy."
