January, Year Five
BEIJING
Shae,
I betrayed you. I know you don’t want to hear it, and I feel like I should fall to your feet and beg your forgiveness.
I was with someone else.
I don’t love her. Fuck, I don’t even know her name.
But yesterday was your birthday.
Yesterday was your birthday, and I forgot, and that shot a dart through my heart, proving how much of a fucking bastard I am.
Sure, I’m travelling, and my sense of time is all fucked being in Beijing, but….
…it was your birthday…and I forgot.
So I got drunk. I picked up a girl.
I fucked her.
And when I woke up this morning, I was so enraged, I….
I think I scared her. She ran out of the fucking hotel room like a demon was chasing her.
I called Riale, told him what happened. He didn’t grieve with me.
But he did tell me I have to stop drinking. He said you wouldn’t like how out of control I’ve gotten with alcohol.
He’s right. You’d hate how I drink to excess.
I’m stopping, baby. I’ll never drink alcohol again for as long as I live. I’ll do it for you.
I’m so, so, so, so, so sorry. I love you, and I don’t know what to do.
Storm