It was cold outside. The air was chilly and the wind was light, rip priding straight through my clothes making ice shoot straight down to my bones.
The only thing that kept me warm was the alcohol.
Each time I sipped, it gave me more warmth.
Every few seconds, the warmth subsided, and I simply took another swig, repeating the process until my vision was blurry and my movements were hazy.
I was slowly letting go.
I could feel it; my muscles relaxing to the point where grasping the bottle because a task I had to focus on. My mind felt at ease, like nothing could ever bother me - not my math homework, my slipping grades, my... my sexuality.
And I took another swig, realising with a bitterness that this was only temporary.
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Tainted Souls [ #wattys2015 ]
Short Story"Look at how I've ruined you, Parker. Like I've just come along and fucked everything you ever knew about life and about yourself and expected you'd be okay with that." "Oh, but I am. I've come to expect my heart being broken by you. I can see it ea...