Why me?

she was alone and hiding it from everyone including herself. he thought he was broken for not finding anyone but maybe just maybe two broken hearts can fix each other.

a bit of preview for chapter one:

The world came into view. It felt like a hammering blow had hit my head in full force. I put my hand on my forehead as I stood up, cursing under my breath.

"Holy shit..."

As my vision cleared, I saw a half-empty bottle of whisky and a glass next to it on the nightstand, containing maybe only a few sips left. Soon after, I realized that I had fallen asleep-or, by the looks of the whisky, passed out-on the bed.

But as I sat back down and felt the fabric beneath my fingers, I didn't find any familiarity with it. It didn't have the texture I was so comfortable with. It had too many pillows on it than what I had laid on.

Then, as I looked down, I saw it.

This... this wasn't my bed.

I stood up, ignoring the stinging pain in my head, as I frantically looked around. And the realization hit me like a bolt of lightning in a thunderstorm.

This isn't my apartment. This isn't even an apartment. It's a goddamn mansion-and a luxury one, no doubt.

Where the fuck am I right now?