"Happy New Year!!"
The room around me erupted in cheers. Fireworks exploded outside. People kissed. Laughed.
And I broke.
I couldn't breathe. My knees buckled slightly. My heart wasn't beating — it was drowning.
I stood frozen, my mind screaming, my body stuck.
Tres reached for me. "Ash—"
Without a word, I turned to the drinks table, grabbed the nearest bottle of vodka, and unscrewed. The tears were already pouring, fast and hot. I didn't wipe them.
I lifted the bottle and chugged.
My throat burned, but I didn't stop. The liquor poured from the corners of my mouth as my body shuddered.
Around me, the party went on. Laughter, dancing, fireworks. All of it felt like a cruel background score to my personal destruction.
How could he?
The boy who kissed my hand like it was made of glass. The boy who whispered he couldn't live without me. The boy I trusted.
All a lie.
I dropped to the couch, clutching the now half-empty bottle. My makeup had melted with tears. My heart was broken again — not like the first time, with Liam, where it cracked quietly. No, this time it was smashed.
I gave love another chance. And it broke me again.
I laughed. A bitter, broken laugh.
Happy New Year, indeed.
- 3 Lifes of Ashlyn Baker
By : TheA3girl (Wattpad)
https://www.wattpad.com/1533598065?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading&wp_uname=TheA3girl
