Eleanor's POV

My head felt like it was about to explode. I had never been this drunk before.

In the past, when my friends got drunk because of heartache, I would secretly laugh at them, convinced that they were merely putting themselves through unnecessary torture. At that time, I did not understand why I needed to grieve for a man who would not love me back.

But now I finally understood for I was in love with a man who did not love me back. And because I loved him, I could not let him go.

My heart was in extreme agony and my reluctance to let go of Lawrence...