He shook his head as he looked at the room. The memory of the night clung to him thick. He had bee drinking all night since the argument for the sole purpose of forgetting the evening, and he couldn't escape from his pain. Every drink just made him feel worse, and now, all he could do was cry. Whether it was the sight of the disrupted bedroom, the smell of her bathsoap floatng through the apartment, or the fact that he had spent the whole night without her, he couldn't tell.

His tears fell heavy and hot as she shut off the water and dried herself off, feeling atleast a little lifted...