Tequila Rose

by Willow Winters

“Another gulp it is,” I joke bitterly and toss the mug back. I’ll be fine. I know I will. In fact, I’ll be better than fine. I have everything going for me and now I’m free … and Robert can go fuck himself. I clink my empty mug with an imaginary one in front of me. It takes a half second for me to break into a grin and laugh at just how pathetic this is.

“Yeah,” he answers, his gaze falling from mine to the floor, “just friends.”

Rob.you broke up with her. Shut up