Levi's POV
"What the hell!" Louis barked in anger as he grabbed the bottle of whiskey from my hand. I growled and glared at him, hating that he had to take the bottle from me.
"If you keep this up, you'll drink yourself into the grave!" he snapped before storming off.
Where I sat on the couch, I felt miserable.
No—miserable was an understatement.
I felt like the gods themselves were laughing at me. Like every time I tried to fix my mess, life found a new way to tear it apart.
The warmth of the whiskey still lingered on my tongue, sharp and bitter, but it did nothing to dull the ache inside me.
I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at the roots in frustration.
Just when I was about to chase Olivia back—this had to happen.
Just when I made up my damn mind to stop running, to stop hiding behind pain and regrets, to fix what I broke between us… she was gone. Trapped by a false memory. And now, she's acting like she doesn't remember a damn thing about me.
