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What the hell? (C. Conway)

As you sat on your couch, waiting for Charlie to arrive, your anxiety began to grow. You had been looking forward to this night for weeks, but now it seemed like he wasn't going to show up at all.

Four hours had passed since he was supposed to come over, and you had already tried calling him multiple times with no response. Just when you had given up hope, you heard a knock at the door.

You jumped up, excited to see him, but as soon as you opened the door, your heart sank. Charlie stumbled in, clearly drunk, and you could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"What the hell, Charlie?" you exclaimed, feeling a mix of anger and hurt. "You're four hours late and you're drunk?"

Charlie tried to steady himself, but he swayed unsteadily. "Hey, sorry I'm late," he slurred. "I got caught up with some friends."

You couldn't believe it. How could he be so irresponsible? "You were supposed to be here with me," you said, tears starting to form in your eyes. "We had plans."

Charlie's face twisted in anger. "Don't you dare lecture me," he spat. "You don't know anything about me or what I'm going through."

You felt a pang of hurt and confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Charlie's voice softened slightly. "I've just been feeling really down lately," he said. "And I needed to blow off some steam. I thought going out with the guys would help, but...I don't know."

You felt a swell of sympathy for your boyfriend, but you couldn't excuse the way he had acted. "I'm sorry that you're going through that," you said, trying to keep your emotions in check. "But that doesn't give you the right to treat me like this."

Charlie looked at you for a long moment, his eyes red and puffy. "I know," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry. I messed up."

You shook your head, feeling the tears starting to flow. "No, Charlie. This isn't just a small mistake. You hurt me. You broke my trust."

Charlie seemed to deflate, and he took a step closer to you. "I know," he said again, his voice barely audible. "And I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say."

You closed your eyes, feeling a wave of sadness wash over you. "I don't know what to do," you said, your voice shaking. "I thought we had something special. I thought you cared about me."

Charlie's eyes widened, and he reached out to touch your arm. "I do care about you," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "More than anything. I just...I messed up. And I don't know how to fix it."

You shook your head, feeling the tears starting to flow freely. "I don't know if you can," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Charlie looked at you for a long moment, his eyes searching yours. Finally, he took a step back. "I think I should go," he said, his voice barely audible.

You felt a pang of sadness as he turned to leave, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop him. As soon as the door closed, you sank to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

The next few days were a blur of sadness and confusion. You tried to reach out to Charlie, but he didn't respond to any of your calls. It was like he had disappeared from your life completely.

As the days turned into weeks, you began to accept that maybe things were over between you and Charlie. It was a painful realization, but you knew that you deserved better than someone who would treat you so recklessly.

Months went by, and life started to move on. You tried to throw yourself into school and your hobbies, but there was always a small part of you that felt empty. You missed Charlie, despite everything.

One day, out of the blue, you received a text from him. "Hey," it read. "Can we talk?"

Your heart leapt at the message, and you quickly responded, eager to see what he had to say.

When you finally met up with him, your emotions were all over the place. You didn't know if you were ready to forgive him, or if you even wanted to.

Charlie took a deep breath, looking at you with soft eyes. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "For everything. I was going through a tough time, but that doesn't excuse what I did to you. You didn't deserve that."

You looked at him for a long moment, feeling your heart soften slightly. "I don't know if I can forgive you.."