The One I Couldn’t Let Go
It wasn’t until the next morning, long after the night had passed, that he finally texted me, asking if I had made it back to my dorm.
That night, I stood outside a small convenience store for what felt like forever before finally going in and buying a bottle of alcohol.
The dorm was empty for the holiday break.
I sat there alone, finished the entire bottle, and cried into my blankets until I couldn’t breathe.
…
"I called you to pick her up earlier, and you said you had a meeting."
"So why are you here now?"
"I couldn’t leave her like this."
Their voices tugged at my muddled thoughts.
A man in a suit leaned down and ruffled my hair.