You sniffle and put down your bottle of vodka as you sit in your apartment. You grab your phone and begin drunk dialling your lieutenant, Ghost.

After a few seconds of nothing but the dialling tone, Ghost picks up, “Quinn?” He says in a tired tone.

“I saw you hugging that girl in your office.” You slur, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Ah yes, what do you think of her?” He says, his tone softening.

“She’s beautiful. She looks kind.” You say, sniffling.

“She is.” He says.

“She probably gives you butterflies.” You say, beginning to break down.

“What?” He says, confused now.

“I hope you’re happy. But not like how you would have been with me.” You say, whimpering slightly as you choke out a small sob.

He sighs, “You’re drunk again, aren’t you? The girl you saw in my office today? That was my sister-in-law.”

Your eyes widen in realization and you look up, the phone tightening in your hand.

“So please, stop crying.” He says, his tone soft again.

You blink a few times before a wide grin spreads across your face as you stay silent.

“Hello? Did she fall asleep again?” He says over the phone.

You continue staying silent and the hand that was holding the phone slowly drops to your side as you smile brightly.