Almost betrayed

Molly:

Pain was the definition of Larry's feeling after the awards were given. I would have laughed but I wasn't a douchebag. The only good thing this did for me and we make him sober, because through the night he was quiet, and it was good seeing him that way.

While people were making merry of the evening, Larry and I stood at separate corners drinking. Seeing couples everywhere together made me sad, and I imagined Farrell being with me at the event. This made me gulp more bottles down, but even with the drinking I couldn't forget about him.

I took out my phone, and searched for his number then I stared at it for a while. Without much contemplation, I called him. The call went through but he didn't pick. This pricked my heart badly, and I regretted trying. I could imagine him looking down at the phone ringing, and refusing to pick it. A single tear dropped from my eyes, and it would have turned into full blown tears if Larry didn't cut me short.

"We should leave," he said, and then h