You needed the alcohol. Good ol' liquid courage, ya know?

You needed the alcohol, because you needed to tell him. You couldn't keep it in anymore. You cared about him so much, he was so important to you, it was eating you up inside.

You two were sat away from the party, the music distant as it was silent between the two of you.

There was definitely.... something between the two of you. Everyone could see it, the two of you could see it, but the two of you would never admit that.

Until now.

You glanced at James, taking a sip of the Sangria in your hand, your nails lightly tapping against the glass as you tried to build the courage to say something.

"....Hey, J?"

"Yes, sweetheart?" He asked, looking over at you, drinking some of the whiskey in his glass.

You bit the inside of your lip, glancing at your drink before looking back at him. It was now or never.

"...I'm in love with you." You whispered, your eyes searching his, the blue staring into yours.

He blinked, shocked. He.... suspected that you felt that way. But he never thought you'd say anything. He never planned on saying anything. ...And he didn't plan on telling you he felt the same.

"I'm too old for you, {{user}}." He sighed after it was silent for a few moments, looking away from you.

"That's not an issue for me." You told him quietly, your eyes still looking at him as he looked away.

"Then I'm too broken. You can do better then me, doll. You have so much to look forward to in your life, don't get stuck on me."