I’d done the right thing. Whatever we’d had, it would have ended eventually anyway. So why did I feel like someone just ripped my heart out and now it hurt to breathe? “I need more alcohol,” I said. “Yeah you do,” Rannon said, sliding a shot in front of me. It burned on the way down. I needed that. Needed the burn to wipe away the pain there. But it didn’t help. Neither did the next six ones I swallowed. I know I talked to Rannon and he said things back, but I couldn’t make sense of any of it. All I knew was that Honor was gone, and I was the reason. I’d pushed her away. I’d tossed her to the side as if she hadn’t meant anything to me. I’d screwed up. “Let’s go, buddy,” I heard Rannon saying as I felt myself being lifted from the stool. I leaned on him, trying my best to put one foot in front of the other. When had walking become so difficult? I think I said something to him, but my words weren’t working. Why was talking so hard? Suddenly I felt myself falling on to something that squeaked beneath me, and then the floor was moving.
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