Few moments later after Jennifer was bundled out of his house, Donald found himself on the floor of his room, drooling in a pool of his own mess. He had consumed a few bottles of alcohol and was slowly becoming a shadow of himself. While he clutched a bottle in his right hand,the left was holding dearly on to a picture of the woman he had given his heart to for a really long time. He had drops of tears making their escapes from the borders of his eyes.

"Why…why, Jennifer?" He muttered under his breath and gulped at his wine.

He had flashes of memories, from the time he...