Forever Swan

Chapter 13 ~ We fight, we break up.

I'M SORRY. AGAIN. Xx

Colin's P.O.V.

Everything felt a bit woozy. 

My words were slurred, everything was a bit blurred. 

I had definitely drunk way too much. 

But I was having so much fun.

And Jen was beside me.

She was quick in the bathroom. I thought to myself. 

She was moving closer to me. 

She wrapped her arms around me.

We kissed.

But something was wrong. I couldn't feel anything. Not like usual. There was no connection. No feeling.

I pulled back and was instantly drawn out of my drunken state.

Oh shoot. 

It wasn't Jen. 

Some blonde woman had sneaked up next to me and taken advantage of my drunken state. But that was no excuse.

I quickly turned around to see Jen running out of the building. 

What had I done? I had messed up everything. 

The tears were streaming down my face before I had even left the room. 

"Jen!" I called after her. "Wait! Please!" 

I ran after her. 

When I got outside she was standing with her back against the wall, sobbing.

"Jen, I-" 

"No!" She screamed at me. "I loved you! And you go and do this?"

She loved me.

"I can explain!" We were both crying. 

"No." She said more quietly. "We are too drunk right now. We can talk another time, but not right now. Goodbye, Colin." And with that she left.

Of course she was right. As always. 

I leaned against the wall and slid to the ground.

What had I done?

***

Jen's P.O.V. 

I didn't care what excuse he had. I had seen it with my own eyes. He was kissing another woman.

So I ran. I couldn't talk to him when we were like this. Too drunk to care.

I got back to my hotel, sat on my bed and wept. 

First Daniel, now him. 

I felt like I had lost everything important to me. Everyone I had loved...

And he didn't follow me.

I think he knew he was too drunk to talk.

And like that I cried myself to sleep.

I woke up that morning and looked down. I was still in my dress from the night before. There was makeup all over the pillow. 

The events of the night before came flooding back like a nightmare.

But this wasn't a nightmare.

This was real.

All real.

I went into my bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. 

I had mascara lined running down my face. My eyes were black from all the makeup.