George

At this point, I am already completely drunk. Allen was right earlier—I always drink this much when it has something to do with Ella. I can barely stand upright as I stumble out of the bar, the haze of alcohol warping the world around me. My mind keeps circling back to Ella, no matter how hard I try to shake her from my thoughts.

Allen is waiting outside with his car to take me home. But when I step outside, the early morning sun nearly blinds me. I ...