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“You guys are so fucking drunk,” she whines.
That we are.
“But you love us so much though,” Chris replies just before Ella loses her footing and slips and falls to the floor, taking us all down with her.
“Shit, guys,” Luke says as he looks over at the coffee table. “We drank four bottles of whiskey.”
“You damn idiots,” Ella mumbles. “That’s one each.”
There’s a long comfortable silence as we all slightly drift to sleep.
I’m staring at the blank ceiling when Chris’ drunken voice rises again.
“Jakey, when we wake up tomorrow…”
“I know.”
“You have to let her go, man.”
“I know,” I whisper this time, my heart squeezing and begging me not to forget about how much it loves Jamie. “It’s just hard.”
“We’ll be here for you,” Luke adds. “Always, bro.”
I only nod at his words, my throat tightening, my body knowing that I will have to cut her out of my life. Completely this time. If I don’t, I won’t be able to resist.
“There’ll be others,” Ella says. “She’s amazing, but you will get to meet so many other amazing girls in your future.”
None like her though.
Ozy doesn’t add anything, and I know it’s because she doesn’t agree with them. She knows Jamie enough to get what I’m feeling and how special what we had was to me.
There’s only one Jamie Williams. Only one Jamie who has so many qualities and flaws that balance each other perfectly for me. Only one girl who is broken enough that she accepted me for everything I was. Who forgave me for what I did to her, who loved me despite the secret past I kept from her, despite how it has shaped me with darkness, coldness, and hardness.
No one will ever love me like Jamie did.
No one will ever love her like I do.
But on Monday, I will break her heart. I know exactly how, and she will hate me forever for it.
“Who wants tattoos?” Rose suddenly drops.
* * *
“Fuck. Jake, wake up.” Ozy’s voice is way too loud for my pounding head.
I grumble a complaint, grabbing a pillow to hug it tight. Why does my right arm hurt? Did I burn myself yesterday?
“I have five miscalls from Nate,” my sister insists in a groggy voice. I don’t think she’s been awake for much longer than I have.
“Can’t we just tell him to fuck off? If we hide here forever, they might leave us alone.”
“Get up,” she orders. “Where’s Chris?”
“Rosalind WHITE!!” Chris’ furious voice rises from his bathroom.
“That’ll be you,” I chuckle. I can’t remember the last time anyone called my sister by her full name.
She jumps out of Chris’ bed and almost trips over my limp body lying on the floor. I can’t move, everything hurts. Especially my arm. Probably a mix of all the alcohol we drank and sleeping on the floor next to Chris’ bed. As if he doesn’t have enough spare rooms in this house.
