Excerpts From Stories I'll Never Write

Distorted - Excerpt

// For all my Gabert shippers out there! //

I looked at my distorted reflection in the array of different colored liquor bottles on the wall in front of me.

Gosh did I look horrible?

I hadn't been eating or sleeping well since our breakup last week, and the effects and fatigue are showing through pretty quickly.

"How about another drink for the lady?" The bartender asked me.

"No thank you." I smiled, paid my bill of one glass of white wine, and got hold of a taxi.

I looked down as my phone chimed. Robert was texting me.

Gabs, Babe, please. I see how badly this breakup with Steven is hurting you. Please take care of yourself. I don't want you going out this late anymore by yourself. Stay safe, I love you, see you tomorrow.