  Sober Feelings, Drunken Confessions
      Anthony leaned back into Tamara's couch, slowly sipping on a beer. &quot;She's not going to come over, right?&quot;
      Tamara opened a bag of chips as she plopped down on the couch beside him. &quot;No. She had a bunch of meetings with Michael and clients today.&quot;
      Anthony nodded his head slowly before exhaling a long sigh. &quot;She's different. She's changed.&quot;
      Tamara laughed lightly, cocking her head to the side. &quot;Paris changed her, Anth. For the best, I think. She's more confident and sure of herself, not as afraid to speak what's on her mind.&quot;
      &quot;That's for sure,&quot; Anthony mumbled quietly, staring down at the coffee table as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. &quot;It's... good. I'm glad she's become stronger. Sometimes I just feel like I can't recognize her anymore, like I don'

  What's Already Been Damaged
      Anthony woke the next morning and was ambushed by all the world's regret and guilt crashing down on him. He had silently wished that he wouldn't remember the previous night but he recalled every brutal second of it. He messed up and he couldn't take it back. All he saw when he closed his eyes was the hurt on Rosie's face. He thought he couldn't hate himself more than he did when he let Rosie leave for Paris but he hated himself more right now.
      Rosie was woken by the sound of frantic knocking on her front door. She groaned loudly as she pulled herself out of bed and went to open the door, her eyes still half shut and mind foggy.
      &quot;Tama-&quot; Rosie stopped speaking before she started. She blinked her eyes rapidly, pinching her arm as if she were making sure she was really awake. All her haziness was stripped away when she locked eyes wit

  Fogged Memory
      Rosie woke up the next morning with the worst headache she had ever experienced. She couldn't open her eyes because of the sunlight that seeped through the window and blinded her vision.
      She groaned as she rolled over, when she noticed a glass of water and some aspirin sitting on her bedside table.
      She smiled weakly as she grabbed her phone and shot Blaze a text.
      'Thanks for babysitting me. Appreciate the hangover help.'
      A few minutes later, she was completely bewildered by Blaze's response.
      'Darling, I didn't make it through the front door.
      Thank your lover boy. Fucking asshole.'
      Rosie shot up straight in her bed. Lover boy? She didn't have to think long before understanding that Blaze was referring to Anthony. She laid in her bed for a long time and desperately tried to remember anything from the night before but everythin

Sober Feelings, Drunken Confessions
      Anthony leaned back into Tamara's couch, slowly sipping on a beer. &quot;She's not going to come over, right?&quot;
      Tamara opened a bag of chips as she plopped down on the couch beside him. &quot;No. She had a bunch of meetings with Michael and clients today.&quot;
      Anthony nodded his head slowly before exhaling a long sigh. &quot;She's different. She's changed.&quot;
      Tamara laughed lightly, cocking her head to the side. &quot;Paris changed her, Anth. For the best, I think. She's more confident and sure of herself, not as afraid to speak what's on her mind.&quot;
      &quot;That's for sure,&quot; Anthony mumbled quietly, staring down at the coffee table as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. &quot;It's... good. I'm glad she's become stronger. Sometimes I just feel like I can't recognize her anymore, like I don't know who she is anymore.&quot;
      &quot;Because you don't.&quot;
      Anthony turned to l

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