I love you

Damien dragged himself out of bed, clutching his pounding head. He groaned and staggered, kicking the scattered liquor bottle on the floor before striding towards the bathroom as the first urge to vomit surged through him.

He reached the toilet in time to empty the contents of his stomach into it, and he gripped the toilet lid, groaning.

"Fuck, that little bitch," he grimaced, smacking his lips as the bitter taste from the vomit was still evident.

He brushed a hand through his hair before walking to the sink; opening the faucet, he placed his hands under it and let out a sigh as the coolness of the water seeped through him.

Damien was barely drunk. He could drink as many bottles as he desired, but he had passed his limit yesterday. He couldn't stop thinking about her. Even though he had willed himself many times not to, his thoughts kept returning to her.

He loved her. He fucking loved Emberlynn Evergreen. All the things Roy said were correct.

She wasn't cruel; in fact, she was the mo