"God, I screwed up," he admitted to the reflection in the window- the image of a man he barely recognized anymore. "None of this should've happened."

　　"Talking to yourself now, Ward?" he chided, shaking his head at the absurdity. But self-deprecation couldn't mask the ache, the longing for a time when things were simpler, when he was the one making her laugh.

　　"Enough," he decided, setting the empty glass with more force than necessary. "This... pity party ends ...