Drunk Texts

2.5

the sympathy from the bartender was what got to her by the end of her third glass.

his big round eyes focusing on her, then on the guy at the end of the bar chatting away, oblivious.

"hold the coke this time." she told him. his stare held her own for a minuet, then he just nodded.

Amy has been tapping her foot for a decade and a half, her leg crossed over the other, with a reassuring grin and her glass refilled Heather sent her poor good friend to the restroom, but her absence from the stool left her too bear towards Ben.

"This is better." Amy smiles as Heather begins to follow her to the restroom, the two women doing their buisness before heading back to the bar, Heather is the first to notice the empty stools on that end of the bar. her eyes suddenly puffy.

'don't do this here' she thought to herself, Amy's steps faultering as her eyes scanned for them.

"Hun, we can go?" shaking her head she picked the corners of her mouth into a small smile before they fell into a grim line and she took her seat back at the bar.

"can we get a round over here?"

with every intention to erase his number Heather opened the last message they shared, his last words to her,

i dont want this to be how we end either. but i love you too much to keep hurting you H.

and she closed the phone, wondering why she hasnt deleted the messages. shes sure he has.