I don't know what I'm doing and I don't want to remember

A toast (TommyInnit angst)

"A memento of a life I once lived... A memento of what could have been."

With that the blonde knocked back his first of many shots. A second line of glasses sat across from him, still brimming with amber liquid. Tommy stifled the cough from the burning down his throat as warmth settled in his stomach. The corners of his mouth turned as he frowned lightly at the bitterness settling in his chest, eyeing the frozen smile and unmoving eyes of his friend across from him. Edges of the picture well worn, colors begging to dull with time despite the pristine frame.

"Why'd you have to go and die?"

The crack in his voice matched the fracture lines along the glass of the frame. Time had taken its toll many times over.