Chapter Five
EVAN
A headache that’s about to split my head in two wakes me from a deep sleep. My inner doctor tells me I drank too much alcohol and should’ve had more water. I roll over, expecting to feel a body next to me as the memories from last night flood in. Peeling my eyes open, I place my hand on her empty side, which is cold but oddly still smells like her.
Looking around, I don’t see her clothes on the floor, and that’s all the confirmation I need to know she’s gone, which is for the best considering I don’t have time for anything serious. Stella was nothing more than a memory, a good one at that, but that’s all she can be now. To think, if she would’ve still been here, I might’ve gone against everything I believe and asked her out again. There was something about her I liked,
