In The Heart Of Her Mind.

I Dont Feel Sorry For You.

It's not normal to be used to a hangover. Over the past months being sober only made me uncomfortable but at the same time it would have saved me from making a horrible mistake.

"So are you a Ciroc or Hennessy type of guy?" This horrible mistake.

We were at the pub, Audrey and I were, as an outsider would observe, 'engrossed in a heart felt conversation.' But in reality, I was asking my self, why, why the hell I couldn't just drunk text my mother instead and ask her to knit me a pair of boxers.

"Neither." I answered and rubbed the side of my head.

"My dogs are so cute! They literally eat anything and then puke after." She lets out a nervous laugh, obviously affected by the atmosphere too.

"I have a brother, I had two brothers actually, an older one and a teenager. My older brother died a couple years ago, wow! I don't know why I mentioned him earlier... my little brother loves building lego buildings." She curses under her breath before fumbling with her fingers and keeping her head down.

"Umm, are you okay?" The look she gives me gives away the fact that she's touched by my interest if wether or not she's okay.

I was asking to see if she was sane, not caring if she's troubled or bothered.

"Your sweatshirt! It's from Brown! My ex schooled there. Oh fuck..." her face crimsoned and I found her poor conversation skills amusing.

"Do you want another drink?" I asked her trying to change the topic and put her out of her misery.

"Please." She smiled at me.

I called out to the bartender to get us two martinis.

"So uh, what made you change your mind?" Audrey said as soon as our drinks were placed in front of us.

"I drunk texted you." I say without thinking and took a sip out of my drink.

"Oh." She simply said sadly, terrible at hiding her emotions.

"Yeah, so the quicker we get this done the better." I leaned into my chair.

She shook her head in disbelief and leaned in from across the table with crossed arms placed on it.

"So tell me about you, what have you been up to?" Nothing but avoiding you.

"Nothing."

"Are you sure? You know I said you could tell me anything."

"I'm aware, but i don't have to." I say, nicely.

"If you don't talk about it, you'll keep troubling your self." She placed her palm on my fore arm, squeezing it reassuringly.

"I thought I was being clear earlier. No." I move her hand away from me, her next actions proving stubborn.

"I said I'll be here for you." She ignored my previous comment.

"I don't need you here for me, I don't care about you or whatever this stupid thing going on here is! I don't need you to keep treating me like I'm some sick child who needs counseling!" I whisper - yell, I wasn't going to get kicked out till I finished my drink.

"I don't need you feeling sorry for me." I added in a less aggressive tone but just as stern.

"I don't feel sorry for you. I'm concerned."