The burn of alcohol was soothing despite the aftertaste in his throat. He eyes glanced out a window, eyelids low and lathargic. He didn't think he could take it anymore.
He set the glass down, the soft clinking of the cup a new music to his ears. He put his head in his hand, sighing sleepily. This was not the first time he had gone to sleep like this.
"I miss you..."
His eyes trail down to the frost and ice caked on the window. It had taken him some time to come up with an answer for that.
"You shouldn't."
Another sip satisfies his thirst for apathy. He wanted to feel nothing. He didn't want it to hurt him anymore. To torture him anymore.
"What happened to you?"
"I grew up."
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Stupid, Random Stories
General FictionI just like to write random short stories with characters I make up at any second or they just won't have a name. If you read anything of mine you'll probably have to go to the hospital.
