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Ryan's POV.

I was angry, fucking angry with her, angry with myself. Why do I have to be so vulnerable with her?

I stormed out of the house feeling more heartbroken than ever and entered into my car immediately, I didn't even know where to go to.

I was frustrated…

My soul felt crushed, my heart was shattered and broken into pieces, pieces that I'm afraid I won't be picked back.

I drove my car out of the park and pulled up on the roadway and zoomed off in agony.

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“Another shot,” I told the bartender, and I was given another glass of Bacardi rum.

I dragged the small glass cup on the counter before taking it into my mouth and gulped the alcohol drink, which burned down my throat, but it wasn't enough to quench my rage.

I dropped the glass cup on the counter and close my eyes, trying to clear my mind.

Furthermore, I needed to think through all that I've been passing through.

'Sometimes what we ache and longed for just doesn't come out the way we want it. We need to accept the reality,'