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With her arms wrapped around herself protectively, Molloy stood at my front door, looking more broken and more beautiful than I'd ever seen her look in the six years I'd known her.

"It was a good month though, huh?" she said with a small smile. “When Dad left that Christmas - I mean, aside from Mam's broken arm, and your broken nose, that is."
"You can chalk that down," I shot back. "It was the first Christmas we had with Mam that I can remember her actually being present."
"Me too," Shannon agreed. "She was so alive that Christmas."

"Do you hate him?" I nodded stiffly.
Her eyes widened. "Really?"
"Yes, really," I snapped. "I really and truly despise the guy." For leaving me on my own in this.
For dropping the burden of responsibility on my shoulders when we should be sharing the load.
For snatching my future away from me when be walked out the door.

For close to half my life, I had danced with the devil, playing with fire, and it had finally caught up with me.
Worse than catching up with me, it had overtaken me.
The line I had crossed wasn't one many came back from.

She was begging me to go with her to a Tommen party that Katie had snagged us an invite to, courtesy of her rugby-playing lover-boy.

And if I couldn't beat this thing that had crept up on me and sunk its claws in me, then at least I wasn't going to drag her down with me.
Because I loved Aoife Molloy enough to force her hand with a get-out-of-jail card, even if it almost killed me to do it.

Maybe, I could become someone deserving of being with her, because the current version of me sure as hell wasn't.

'd given a year of my life to the girl, and there was a small part of me, a tiny spark of hope still flickering around in my chest. One that allowed me to believe that if I could get a handle on my shit, if I could just overcome this horrible fucking habit I'd fallen into, then maybe, in time, I could win her back.

Exhaling a ragged breath when I climbed onto my bed, I reached for my phone, and pressed the redial button.
"This is Joey, you know what to do." Beep.
"I don't love you," I whispered brokenly into the phone. A tear trickled down my cheek, and I clenched my eyes shut. "I really, really don't love you, asshole."