Abby
My apartment is dark when I finally get home tonight. It still smells faintly of
fresh paint from the new coat that my landlord put on, but I can still sense the
lingering scent of smoke, too.
I decide to avoid the harsh glow of the kitchen lights as I plop the wine glass
that’s been tucked under my arm onto the counter island, followed by the bag of
takeout food that I picked up on my way home.
It’s still warm, the grease beginning to seep through the bag as the faint smell of
garlic and onions permeates through the air. On any other night, I might be
delighted to dig in; but honestly, I have no appetite tonight. Even the thought of
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food makes me sick after everything, after all of the failed dishes. But I know I
need to eat, and if I don’t, I know I’ll regret it later.
For a moment, I dig through my cupboard for a plate and some silverware, but
eventually decide to opt out of the plate.
The cork gives a subtle pop as I open the wine. No glass, I decide. Not tonight. I
take a swig straight from the bottle, the sharp taste of alcohol momentarily
cutting through the numbness. It’s a start.
I crash onto the couch, the plush cushions a welcome comfort after being on my
feet all day. The TV flickers to life with a soft buzz a moment later, and I navigate
in a world away
sure how much time passes. Hours, maybe. I feel like
of cheap movies, cheap wine, and even cheaper food.
look in Logan’s eyes, the
hand, the kiss with Karl—keep playing in front of me, crowding
movies on the screen.
I whisper to myself as
especially when I was so sure that I would
it’s that I was humiliated
swapped, tussles were had, insults were thrown, and
were ignored.
a culinary laughingstock. Hell,
out of my own
there tonight. I can’t even bear to glance at my
a chorus of
worse. Right now, I just want to hide my
wine finally empties. I don’t remember finishing
the fuzziness in my head is enough proof. Groaning, I push my way
and shuffle into the kitchen, where another bottle waits for me
I pop that open, too, and make my way back to the
in the doorway with the second wine bottle to my
I hear
back of my
you just going to wallow in misery, or are you going to keep
forward?”
to the face,
me completely by surprise in my
my grasp, wine splashing
I curse out loud and nearly
into the kitchen for
out loud as
return, falling to my knees and dabbing it
“Now I’ve spilt
Abby?” My wolf’s
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