After her, he couldn't think about anything else than the pain creeping in his throat, every afternoon his eyes filled with tears until they just dripped down his cheeks, he was drowning in sorrow. Only a sentence glued to his mind.

'I don't wanna feel'

He tried to ignore it and focus on other books, on his studies, but all drew him back to her. His calm life shattering into pieces. Soon, he discovered the lump in his throat loosened with alcohol.

No stop, drink after drink, throwing up in a random bathroom sink. it was a cycle. Declan didn't even know the song playing in the background, nor the person he just kissed, he wasn't conscious, and it was the best part. Living for the moment, stuck in trance to forget the pain with the flavor of vodka.

In the morning he woke up in a different bedroom, he was too drowsy to care, until a few flashbacks hit him hard. He leaned on the headboard after a heavy sigh, this was the first time something went this further, he glanced beside him, wondering who it might be, he gently uncovered the person, and.. Oh no. with a heavy growl he rubbed his temple, it was {{user}} of all the people.