Forki One-Shots

Anxious

Joel stared at the wall of photos. Moriah, his daughters, siblings, parents, in-laws, and himself stared back.

"I don't wanna live my life like this,"he whispered.

Feeling like a ghost, going through the motions, being numb hurt. Why did it hurt?

"I thought numbness was not feeling pain,"he said with a bitter laugh.

He raised the bottle to his lips.

"Joel?"

He turned. It was Moriah.

"What do you want?"he demanded.

"Are you okay?"

"What's it to you?" The anger in him rose. "You abandoned me." The anger turned into sorrow. "Right when I needed you the most."

"I want to get back together," Moriah told him.

He laughed. "Why do I feel like it's more for the girls and the fans than for us?"

"Oh, come on, Joel. Please. Don't be difficult."

Joel sighed. "Fine. I quit. I don't care. I don't give a damn anymore."

"Language,"Moriah warned.

"Alright, Capsicle. Whatever you want. It's always that way, anyway."

"Joel, please. Just stop,"Mo begged.

"What if I just kill myself?"Joel asked. "Hm? I stop then. No more problems."

"No, Joel. Don't do it." There was fear in her eyes.

"You don't even love me."

"Stop, okay? I do."

"Sure."

Moriah slammed her hands onto the counter.

"I quit." She glared at Joel. "No more alcohol."

"Uh, no. You can control everything else, but not this."

"You're an alcoholic!"

"I'm not buzzed 24/7."

"You're depending entirely on it."

"No, I'm not."

"I have alcohol, you have Instagram!"

"Shut up!"

"YOU!"

"Joel." Moriah looked scared. "I wanna help you, honest. I love you. You don't have to live life like this."

"So I end it,"Joel replied, a single tear streaming down his face.