As I walked home from Luke's, I got the urge to do something I've never done before. Drink.

As I walked into the local bar, I wondered what they would think of me. Will they know I've never drank before? Will they thank I'm crazy? As I've said a million times today, I don't care. This is his fault. This is her fault.

As I ordered my first drink, I thought about all of the happy memories I shared with Luke. It went from just beers to one shot for every memory. And I was becoming hammered faster and faster each time.

I don't care, I don't care, I don't care!

As I ordered another shot, this one for the time we had lunch in the park, someone approached me.

"London? Is that you?" A girls voice asked.

I turned around and saw Paris standing there.

"What the hell are you doing?" She asked.

"Taking my pain away." I said as a drank another shot.

"Come on, we're going home." She said as she dragged me out of the bar. She payed the bartender then we left.

Even though the bar is only three blocks away from my apartment, it took awhile to get back. Paris had to hold me up as I stumbled back just to let it all out when we got back. I heard laughing from behind me as I flushed the toilet a second time.

"You look like me." Paris stated.

"Haha." I said.

"So, I take it you and Luke broke up?" She asked with pain in her voice.

I nodded.

"I'm so sorry." She said as she hugged me. "This is ALL my fault."

"No, no it's not." I said. Then the moment of realization came. This isn't her fault, this isn't his fault,

This is my fault.

Notes

Okay, I feel bad I didn't update yesterday so here's a short and sweet (and terrible) update! Yay!
Thx for reading!

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