To say that her breakup with Cody had hit Eury hard would be an understatement. Ever since they’d parted ways, she’d been a mess. She was constantly crying, and if she wasn’t crying she was picking fights with people at bars and drinking just to not feel sad for a few hours. Her knuckles were bruised and red, and she was sporting a black eye and split lip as she walked out of a bar near campus. She’d just gotten thrown out for beating a man twice her size until a group of people managed to pull her off him. They must’ve thought it was bizarre just how much manpower was needed to get a small, feisty brunette off a fully grown man.
“Yeah, well, your bar fucking sucked anyway!” she half slurred and half yelled at the bouncer who shut the door in her face. As she stumbled down the street, she grabbed her hip flask and unscrewed the top, bringing it to her lips and draining it of the remainder of the vodka that was inside it. She knew that how she was behaving was irresponsible, and stupid. But she still couldn’t stop herself. She wanted the pain in her chest to go away, and the thoughts that kept invading her mind to stop.
She got about half way back to campus, where she was going to try and find one of the other rangers, or anyone really to spend the night with, when she started crying again. She was homeless now that Cody and her had broken up, so it wasn’t like she had a home that she could go to. Ever since Sunday, she’d been spending the night with random losers from clubs, not caring that she barely knew them and she’d regret it in a few weeks time. She hadn’t told a soul about the breakup, so she was avoiding her friends like the plague whenever she was sober.
Just as she was reaching the campus lawn, she stumbled over her own feet and fell down. Looking up, she noticed a familiar face looking at her with what she assumed to be judging eyes. “Don’t you fuckin’ look at me like that,” she slurred, raising a hand to point at them accusingly. “I’m goin’ through some shit,” she hiccuped, not liking the way her head was spinning so quickly. “Did you know… Hold on…” she had to pause half way through her sentence to try and remember what she was going to say, and to struggle back up onto her feet. Once she had, she continued her ridiculous spiel. “Oh, yeah! Did you know that you’re ten times more likely to fuck a person if you’re tryin’ to get over someone? Hmm? Did you? Because I didn’t until… I don’t remember what day it was. But yep! Anyway… My point is, d’ya wanna bone? If not, get the fuck outta my face.”
On his way back to the dorms with more Chinese take out than any one person should eat in a week, let alone a night, Griffin saw a girl trip over her own feet and land face first on the ground. Maybe it was his RA job ingrained into her every move, but his instincts kicked in, and he jogged over to lend a hang. It wasn’t until she looked up that Griffin saw that it was Eury. There was likely no one who would want his help less in the world, but he knew he couldn’t leave her while she was clearly in pain. He’d done that enough already. While he had no idea what she was going through, he somehow felt responsible anyway. He doubted getting stabbed by someone you trusted was an easy thing to get over, and he hadn’t done near enough to reach out to her since. He’d told himself that he was giving her space, and while it was partially true, it was always the easy way out. He wasn’t confronted with what he’d done and got to seem like a good person for staying out of the way like she’d said she wanted. It was a cowards way out and he knew it.
“Uhm, is that going to be on the test?” he asked to try and joke his way out of an uncomfortable situation. Anyone could see that she’d been drinking, even if he hadn’t witnessed her faceplant. “Are you okay?” Griffin reached his hand out to try and help Eury up out of instinct, but stopped half way when he realized it wouldn’t be welcomed in the least. “I’m not like an expert or anything, but I don’t think that it really helps, you know?” He shifted his takeout to his other hand as he reached into his pocket to find his phone. There had to be someone he could call to help her. “It’s like, uhm, a temporary fix,” he explained. Realizing that texting someone else to help Eury was running away from a problem like he’d fallen into the habit of, he put his phone back away and gave her his full attention. “Cause when it’s over, they’re still not who you want.”
