Chris.
The guy who didn’t believe in love. The alcoholic socialite.
It always ended badly. Nothing good ever came out of it. And if it did, it got crushed in the end anyway. What’s the point?
So, he figured, partying and hookups was the way to get that fun thrill without the pain in the end. And if there was any, he’d just drink ‘em away.
Easy. Right?
He was rich too. He had really nice things. “Money doesn’t buy happiness”? Psh. That was a dumb saying, Chris thought.
He had everything he could’ve ever wanted.
Except,
“I don’t want none of your downtown love.”
…
What did you mean?
Normally, Chris didn’t care if either he or the girl broke things off. It always ended that way anyway.
But it’s the way you worded it.
“You live in a world where love is synthetic. You’re so eager for affection but there’s never a real connection.”
That’s the last thing you said to him before walking out of his room, and out of the frat house.
…
You met each other in April and now it was August. You’ve lasted the longest out of all the girls he’s hooked up with. He didn’t know why he kept you around so long. Maybe it was because you brought him the best pleasure. Or maybe it was because of your laugh… or maybe the way you never judged him once.
But after he got drunk last night and said she wasn’t serious… that’s when things changed.
He thought she always knew that. That’s how he operated. Why did he even care that she was no longer there?
Why did his normally numb heart…
Ache?