"And no more vodka, Ryan! You drink too much, and that scares me!"
A few nights later he was so stupid, sloppy, stumbling drunk that it scared me. We barely made it home. He vomited all over the bathroom walls...
I made my way to the couch to pass out. He came to find me.
"Come to bed..." He said.
"No, I think I should go home..."
"No, stay, stop being selfish...!"
He grabbed me. I pulled back, falling onto the couch. He went to the bed. I stayed on the couch.
That was the last night I spent with him.
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