Williams 

I woke up with a hangover from all the drinking last night. I laid there squinting at the sun streaming in from the window as I buried my head deeper into the duvet. My eyes closed as my mind drifted to the events of yesterday. I thought I was invincible and devoid of emotions until Hazel showed me I could feel and love and heal, but her own betrayal hurt more than a knife being twisted inside my stomach. I knew I was a jerk from the onset of our fated relationship, but I refused to ...