Drink to forget

Aislin curled up to her bowl of oatmeal and thought about the day ahead. Grocery shopping, laundry, cleaning up her small apartment, and preparing for the week of new classes and new demands.

Last night had been fun. Drinks at her place to celebrate her homecoming and that a liquor store in town started selling her favourite wine. Drinks at the bar meeting more friends. Breakfast sandwiches from a gas station. Bed.

The night had been wonderful except answering questions about Quinn. She wanted to forget the elation he'd brought into her life, forget all the tender kisses, all the compliments. Most of all Aislin wanted to forget the last morning they'd spent together.

Aislin answered the questions with as much truth as she knew, with as much honesty as she could muster. But she wasn't really sure what had happened, just that she'd ended things before she endured more pain.