Andre's POV

I went out of the house to think. Should I made myself firmer. I should not take a no for an answer. But she doesn't love me. She never loved me. She gave me time but I think it's not long enough or maybe I will never be enough. I'm not that guy for her. I don't want to continue this self pity so I just drink continously to dilute my mind. I just want to fade right now. I want to forget, accept my fate. I'm still in disbelief I want to burst out. I'm angry with myself. I want to punch the mouth of the guy laughing loudly across the bar. I vision blurr after 2 bottles of vodka. I woke up in Drake's room in the morning my head hurts so bad. I guess I called Drake to pick me up.

It's already 10 but he is just about to leave the house. " I prepared food and hang-over soup for you, just heat it up in the microwave they are all inside the fridge. I'm needed at the office right now. Let's talk when I get home." Drake take off, while I stayed seated at the couch my life stopped. I don't know what to do at this moment. I can't see Tara right now. I will surely beg her again. I will keep a little respect to myself. She doesn't love me. I imagine how torturous it is for her to stay with me for 6 months. Tha's why she's always cold, she's not happy with me. I should not force myself to her any longer.