Not your regular girl 20

Few moments later after Jennifer was bundled out of his house, Donald found himself on the floor of his room, drooling in a pool of his own mess. He had consumed a few bottles of alcohol and was slowly becoming a shadow of himself. While he clutched a bottle in his right hand,the left was holding dearly on to a picture of the woman he had given his heart to for a really long time. He had drops of tears making their escapes from the borders of his eyes.

"Why…why, Jennifer?" He muttered under his breath and gulped at his wine.

He had flashes of memories, from the time he met her first, to the first night they spent out in the summer. How was he going to forget how they met for the first time? On that winter night,he was supposed to meet his date in a park. But somehow, his date didn't show up and left him waiting under the life threatening cold of the icy night. That night, Jennifer was the good girl who offered him an extra sweater and took him to safety. It was the pureness of her