Ethan's p.o.v.
I put my lips up to the bottle, the scent and taste instantly reminding me of her.
Memories flood my mind as I can see us on top of the roof of some downtown building that we shouldn't have been on. Downing tequila just watching the city down below us, falling in love every second.
All those nights she talked me into doing things that made me question myself.
When she would come running to me because of something her parents did that was "unfair" and she would hug me so tight I could feel her heart beat on my chest.
Everything we did that was questionable I didn't care if we could have gotten in trouble or it was wrong, because I was with her and none of that mattered and I knew that no matter what happened I would keep her safe.
And now there she is, in some other mans arms.
Was I not good enough? Did she get tired of me?
I don't know what I did to drive her away from me and make her want to be with another man.
All I can do is just sit here, drink tequila and think of her.
