Natalie

"It's okay," I say, putting the ice on his forhead. He laughs as the ice hits his skin, "God Andrew, you're really drunk."

"I'm sorry,"

I smile, "You don't have to say sorry, you didn't do anything to me."

"Well, that's the problem," His eyes turns sadder than ever, when just seconds ago, I thought it wouldn't get more depressing than it is. "I didn't do anything."

My face scrunches up in confusion. I hate drunk talks, more than anything.

"I liked you so much, and I didn't do anything. Now, you and my best friend are dating." He smiles that heart-shattering smile of his, "I regret it more than I've regretted anything in my life. Ever." 

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