Chapter 73 Wrecked

Evans
I was shit. I knew I was. I wanted her and I wanted to make her mime. I loved her but I was so…scared. She is married now, she'll never be mine. I shut off the whole world as the scotch hit the back of my throat. How was I going to bear it? I can't live without her.
I got up from the seat, ordering the waiter to ring up a fresh bottle of whiskey for me. I know I said drinking wasn't in the books. I know I said I wasn't going to anymore. I know I said I wasn't going to go back to this life but fuck that, fuck all I said and more. Just give me this one thing. Maybe drinking is the best fucking option. It fucking is. If I drink and drink and drink then the memories will fade away and I won't think about her face and how much hurt I've caused her.