Chapter 117 - A Goodbye

MAVERICK

I’d never been so drunk in my entire life that my world started spinning. I remembered throwing up and puking my guts out. That was all.

I woke up with the most horrible headache in history. It was hammering, feeling my head squeeze, about to implode, and my stomach was empty. I cracked my eyes open. The first thing I saw was the paper on the nightstand Lake gave me last night.

I looked down at my body. I was in my pajamas. I felt terrible that I was a mess. At the same time, there was still the void— the emptiness in my chest. I grabbed the paper and unfolded it. My eyes started stinging, and I could barely see the ugly scribble of my brother’s penmanship.

Dear Maverick,

I don’t know why I am writing this, but I guess it’s better than calling you and saying goodbye. It hurts less listening to your voice for the last time. You can also keep this as a remembrance. What the fuck am I doing? I don’t know, sis. I guess I owe you an apology for tricking you. While alone in the stu