Dear God,
Cody came in smelling like alcohol.
I demanded to know why.
He explained that he was a recovering alcoholic.
And when he got sad, he drank.
I asked him why he was sad.
He answered by saying
"Its life.
What is there not a time to be sad?"
Touche, my friend.
Touche.
When I told him that,
He laughed.
I made him promise to not drink after I was gone.
He never said promise back.
I'm scared for him.
Love,
Peyton
Peyton’s P.O.V
I sit anxiously on my bed, waiting for Cody to show up. He’s later than normal today, and I’m concerned. Finally, he walks in the door.
“Cody!” I exclaim, not being able to hide my excitement.
“Peyton!” he mocks, smiling at me.
There’s something off about his smile.
He steps closer and I can smell alcohol. His eyes are bloodshot and he looks exhausted.
“Cody,” I start suspiciously. “Why do you smell like alcohol?”
Cody shifts on his feet, trying to avoid the question. He sighs. “I’m an alcoholic.”
I put a hand over my mouth in shock. “Really? Do you still drink a lot?’
Cody rushes to explain. “No, I’m a recovering alcoholic. I kind of stopped when I met you. But I drink when I get sad.”
“Why are you sad?” I asked.
Cody laughs slightly. “It’s life. When is there not a time to be sad?”
Good point. “Touché, my friend, touché.”
Cody laughs and hugs me.
Later, I say, “Cody, promise me you won’t drink again? When I’m gone, you won’t drink. Promise?”
Cody simply kisses me, and I forget about the question. It’s not until later that I realize he never told me promise back. I’m scared. He better have promised.
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