Ruin My Life
by Julia E. McColgan
REMY:
Six years ago, I made the critical mistake of falling in love with my best friend. Even worse? He fell for me too.
But beautiful things are fleeting. The onset of my depression blinded me to the warning signs and when I needed him most, he vanished with only a cryptic note.
Now, as I finish college in the town we swore we’d escape, I’m finding myself more lost than ever. Trying to drown out the misery in my mind, I tag along to a party when the ghost of my past returns looking as haunted as me.
I can’t fall for Win Rhodes again.
I won’t survive it.
But he’s not giving me a choice.
WIN:
It should’ve been a wake-up call to move back home with my parents after failing out of college and getting discharged from rehab. But that would imply I have something to live for. Idiotically, I agree to attend a rager, either from boredom or an innate drive to sabotage my sobriety, I’m not sure. Though, all plans of nose-diving into my vices come to a screeching halt when I stumble across him.
My sunshine boy.
The very one I had to leave behind.
I think I’ve rediscovered my Make Remy Sullivan mine again.
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REMY: Six years ago, I made the critical mistake of falling in love with my best friend. Even worse? He fell for me too. But beautiful things are fleeting. The onset of my depression blinded me to the warning signs and when I needed him most, he vanished with only a cryptic note. Now, as I finish college in the town we swore we’d escape, I’m finding myself more lost than ever. Trying to drown out the misery in my mind, I tag along to a party when the ghost of my past returns looking as haunted as me. I can’t fall for Win Rhodes again. I won’t survive it. But he’s not giving me a choice. WIN: It should’ve been a wake-up call to move back home with my parents after failing out of college and getting discharged from rehab. But that would imply I have something to live for. Idiotically, I agree to attend a rager, either from boredom or an innate drive to sabotage my sobriety, I’m not sure. Though, all plans of nose-diving into my vices come to a screeching halt when I stumble across him. My sunshine boy. The very one I had to leave behind. I think I’ve rediscovered my Make Remy Sullivan mine again.