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And then I cried

I cried untilin my chest had died down to a smolder I cried until my eyes were swollen and ht my breath and the tears ran dry, I slipped into a fitful sleep

Myinter, tequilaout of h to eat anything or take anything, and I felt that mistake too

I reached for my phone to check the time, and a shot of adrenaline sent my tender stomach on a turn when I wondered if he’d called or texted

He hadn’t

And I was about to be late for work

“Shit,” I hissed and sat up too fast, diing its warning as I pressed the heels of my palms into my eye sockets until it passed

I expended a healthy amount of caution as I slipped out of bed and shuffled aroundht side out At that point, I stu if I was still drunk But no I was dehydrated and brokenhearted, but I wasn’t drunk So I drank the glass of water on ot out of bed, praying to the Mexican devil Agave that I would survive the day

No makeup happened, and I pulleda red rolled up bandana aroundit at the top I didn’t even look in the mirror That was how you know shit was real

I put on est, darkest shades and hurried as best I could out the door and into the humid, sticky su, and I felt beyond dead

By the ti, I was practically dragging , and I didn’t take ht for oal to sit the fuck down

If the music had been a record, it would have screeched to a halt at ht bite the into my chair

I droppedas the cold leather touchedthe chair back without a single fuck to give about anything but trying not to puke

“Rough night?” Ramona said from my elbow

I cracked lasses

“You could say that” My voice was gravelly and deeper than usual fro