*Olivia*

It was fucking cold.

That was all I could think about as I wrapped my jacket firmer around me. Two empty cans of vodka soda satt on the coffee table as I curled into the living room couch.

I hadn't bothered turning any lights on, not since Giovani had left. I took a swig of my third can of vodka soda as I continued to stare blankly at my phone.

It just sat there on the coffee table. There was no sign of life–no text message, no ...