Chapter 20
-Justin's Point of View
Somehow I ended up in Philly again. I was back at where we first met - the Wells Fargo center. Some stupid rock band was playing tonight, so I bought myself a ticket and went over to the bar. I was so tired of doing nothing, today was my day off and I was gonna do something. She's been on my mind for the past few weeks, and drinking seemed to be the only way to ease the pain. "Let me get a shot of Patron." I yelled to the bartender. After my fourth one I started to feel a little dizzy. Who cares, I have nothing to live for anyway. I ordered another and another and before I knew it I was laughing getting along with a few other guys at the bar.
Somehow we started talking about relationships and I told them my story. "This girl, man, she stole my heart and I hurt her. Everyone says it's not my fault but-but I know it was, I feel it in my soul. I let her down and and I am so hurt by it. Hurting her was the worst thing I've ever done and the feeling won't leave me. I don't even have the balls to say sorry." I didn't realize it but I was crying a little.
"Bro, I read that somewhere in a magazine. You didn't hurt her, you saved her. If you still haven't talked to her by now you're just hurting her more by running away from her. You should call her." One of the guys slurred. I guess I had nothing to lose. "Duuuude, you're so right! Thanks man." I yelled before leaving the bar. I took out my phone and dialed her number, took a deep breath. She answered during the first ring. "He-hello?" She stuttered. She had been crying. I felt guilt wash over me. "I need you, I always did and always will and I'm so angry it took me this long for me to realize it. Come to where we first met, please. I can't live without you anymore." I slurred.
