He just laughs like I made a joke. “Simone.”
“I’m serious.”
He lifts the cup again, and I grab it before he can drink it.
“Hey,” I say quietly. “That’s enough.”
Something flickers across his face—annoyance.
He snatches it back from me before I can react and downs it in one motion.
“Don’t ruin tonight,” he says. It’s not mean, but sharp enough to hurt my feelings.
I step back, a little hurt. “I’m not ruining anything. I’m trying to help you.”
“Well, you are,” he says, swaying and having to grab onto someone’s shoulder beside him.
I can see the flip switching from fun to disaster, and I want nothing to do with it.
I thought I could handle tonight. I thought I could get enough alcohol in me not to care as I watch him go as far as his body will let him. But I can’t. No amount of alcohol will make me not care. And if I can’t stop it, I can’t watch it either.
I take another step back, looking around. Looking for a place to go. Anywhere but here. As I turn to walk away, his hand grabs my wrist gently, pulling my attention back to him.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I lie automatically, trying to keep the tears from falling.
“Where are you going?”
“I just…need some air.”
“But…you’re good?” he slurs.
I just nod, not being able to speak. “Mhm.”
I turn and walk away before he can ask anything else, before I end up crying in front of him.
“You want me to come?” he shouts across the room.
I turn, only feet away from him. The part of me that always says yes almost answers. But I’m just so tired tonight.
“No,” I tell him. “Enjoy your night, Mason.”
He studies me for half a second like he’s trying to decide whether or not to push. Then someone shouts his name again, and he looks over his shoulder.
“Don’t disappear on me now,” he says.
I don’t respond. I just walk away.
Outside, the air is cool and damp. I sit on the front steps and pull my knees to my chest, taking another long drink from the cup I brought with me.
It doesn’t help.
It makes memoreaware.
More sad.
More angry.