My girlfriend cheated on me.

Maybe I should've known. Her always leaving early whenever we were on dates, or never wanting to stay over for the night should've been noticeable hints.

But I just had too much love to give. I was blinded, by her sweetness and the way she seemed like she only reserved her love for me. Clearly, that hadn't been the case. I feel like a damn loser, which is why I had to resort to clubbing tonight. Surround myself with other losers, why not?

With a cup of tequila in my hand, the liquid burned down my throat, but I was numb. I didn't feel anything. Hell, I could drink the entire bottle and it wouldn't even hit me until the morning. But I didn't care about any effects.

I just wanted everything to wipe my memories of her. No matter how it was done. I downed yet another cup, but for some stupid miracle, my mind didn't turn to mush yet. Fuck, I needed something stronger.

"Just what was so good about that guy, anyway?...I'm 10x better..." The mumble slipped past my lips, but the club was so damn loud, it went unheard anyway. That was, until I heard the sound of heels clicking behind me.

And for one dreaded second, I thought it was my ex. Until I turned around to see a short girl, with a pretty face and sweet smell was looking at me. She worked here, I realised, but she looked like she belonged to a church instead. Maybe I was hallucinating from the alcohol, but I swore she had all the features a saint would have. And she was glowing.

I was sure of that.

"Who're you?" I slurred. Shit, this was so embarrassing. I must look like such a damn mess. And like a loser. The saint merely chuckled, sitting on the bar stool next to me. "Well...you look lonely...I can fix that." My heart did a jump start. Her voice was so....beautiful. Perhaps this day isn't as shitty it was going to turn out to be.