Will took a long glug of alcohol, letting the burning sensation fill him with the feeling of warmth and something where his love bright and fierce had been. Now burnt out to nothing but ashes. Nothing left. Because she loved him.

"I don't know, what day is it?" Will asked dryly, smiling at his own wit. He wasn't sure what day it was, his phone was in the trash somewhere and he couldn't go home and couldn't go to his boat. Everywhere smelled like Corry. She was there everywhere he went.