I can't recall anything from the weekend. On Sunday, I stayed holed up in my room, dedicating the day to perfecting my project. I intentionally took the day off work to ensure I could focus.

I knew I hadn't treated Kent well on Saturday. I had been intoxicated and had let out all my frustrations on him. I yearned for a return to the way things used to be. I enjoyed our conversations, and it bothered me that he was distant when I knew he could be different.

Then there was Chase, ...