ETHAN COLE“Do you want something to drink?” “Maybe, something to get high on?” Ava said in a muffled voice. She lay on the bed, bare-backed, our legs intertwined beneath the scattered sheets.“Maybe,” I answered. The night seemed to be hanging onto the sky because after so many conversations to pass time, it was still 1:00 am. I turned to stare at her pretty face; hair scattered all over the pillow, a new scar imprinted behind her ear. I sucked in my cheeks, knowing full well who had done that. Ava looked at the ticking clock and sat up, hair falling to her shoulders. She rubbed the bridge of her nose. “It's still 1:00 am? I still don't feel sleepy. Drinking should help,” she murmured, pouting her lips. I chuckled. She looked cute whenever she acted that way.“One minute,” I said, rising to my feet. Before leaving, I turned to her, about to say something, but decided against it. As my feet trudged down to the winery, my line of thoughts seemed jumbled, each one conflicting
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