<strong>Ali</strong><br/><br/>Ali stepped out of the shower before hearing her phone go off, she dried off and walked into her room. Sitting on her bed, eyes red from crying, she read the text.  Usually, something like that would've made her happy, but not tonight...all she could think about was how terrible of a person she was.<br/><br/>"Oh, I've been thinking and I might not be there. I'm gonna text Bree and tell her not to worry about quitting because I won't be there. I'll just go back to being a waitress and what I've been since I was 15. I've had a shitty life, Will. I'm used to it and I'll be okay."<br/><br/>Ali lay on her bed and debated on texting Bree or not, she decided to. She probably wouldn't get an answer, but she wanted to try. "You don't have to quit, I'll quit and go back to waitressing or something."