C19 Drunk

[Denali’s POV]

I lay alone, staring at the alarm clock that ticks off each and every minute that passes, and Rosco doesn’t return. Sighing, I turn over, trying to will myself not to think too hard about it, but when I close my eyes, all I can see is the hurt on his face from what I said.

“Was I too harsh?” I whisper, my worry beginning to bubble. “No. He was the one who was harsh first