Tyrell wandered the dark city alleys, feeling nothing but anger. A homeless man walked by him, giving him a weird look. "VAD!?" (WHAT!?) Tyrell yelled with a rather broken voice. The man just shook his head and continued walking.
Tyrell had red bags under his eye's. He chuckled to himself, almost tripping over his feet.
He walked a few steps before stopping outside a familiar building. He looked up and smiled. "Hey, Elliot!" He yelled. "Get down here you fucking life ruiner!"
"I know you can hear me! Those walls ain't gonna protect you, you know" Tyrell felt like throwing up, he could barely stand and the bottle in his hand was about to slip.
"ELLIOT!" He yelled again, not minding the attention he got from the ones passing by.
"WE HAVE SOME UNFINISHED B-BUSINESS"
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Tyrelliot sober
RomanceLate nights @nd a bunch 0f partying. Tyrell is messed up after his wife's death and turns to alcohol and cigarettes to forget about the pain. Elliot lives alone in a cold, dark apartment. With a slight fear of losing someone else, he has deleted al...
