For what feels like the hundredth time this week, I’m abruptly awoken by the sound of my doorbell ringing. I sit up and rub my forehead as I realize I have an intense hangover. I woozily get out of bed and look around my bedroom. The blinds are shut, the door is closed, and the lights are all out. I blink hard and try to remember last night. I can pick up bits and pieces, but nothing really makes any sense.

How am I in my room? I could’ve sworn I spent the night at Mina’s apartment…Oh, God. Did I drive home?

One of the last things I can remember is the feeling of Mina’s hands on my body. I shudder and the doorbell rings again. I roll my eyes and walk downstairs, ambling toward the front door. I unlock it and swing it open lackadaisically. Jackson stands before me with tears running down his face. His lip trembles and I stand there, completely dumbfounded. What the hell is going on?

“Can I come in?” He asks in a raspy voice.

Without saying a word, I nod and step to the side. He enters the house and I close the door behind him. We go into the living room and sit down on the couch. There’s an unsettling, awkward silence between us before he finally speaks.

“Momo…I am so freaking sorry. I’m sorry for the names that I called you, for the way I treated you, I’m sorry for all of it. I was just hurt and I didn’t understand. I---“

“Jackson, relax. It’s fine. What I did was wrong and I understand how you felt. Is everything okay, though? What stirred this on?” I ask, handling him a box of tissues off of the coffee table.

He wipes his eyes on his sleeve and shakes his head, “Man, I ed up. I ed up so bad.”

I raise my eyebrows in concern. Jackson rests his elbows on his knees and runs his hands through his unusually messy hair. I wait for him to recollect himself. It takes him a minute, but he finally looks me in the eye and takes a deep breath.

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