[I don't like giving second chances, but you… I gave you countless chances even when you didn't deserve it. Why? Because I loved you. But now, I don't think I still do.]
[There's nothing to fix anymore, Vin. I'm done. ]
[Stop coming here because if you don't, I'll move out.]
Fil's voice replayed in Vincent's mind like a broken record. He chugged down a can of beer while driving, stepping on the pedal as hard as he could. Honks rang on the highway at how recklessly he was in the car, earning countless curses from other drivers. But he didn't care.
Vincent squeezed the empty can of beer in his hand, tossing it into the front passenger seat. He then picked up another can of beer, opening it with only one hand, and chugging half of it in one go.
"Filomena…" he breathed out, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. "You can't just throw me away like this."
