Tequila
It didn’t make any sense. He was a nice guy. A REALLY nice guy. Like, the kind of guy that opens your car door for you and spends twenty minutes trying to win a silly little stuffed elephant for you. He wasn’t the type of guy that ‘forgot’ to call. He was right, I’d known him forever and I knew he wasn’t like that. This was probably why it hurt so goddamn bad.