꧁𝙾𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝꧂

~Oh to greet the devil~

Jeremy//Pov//

I stepped along the path casually, an empty bottle in hand. I'd been out with friends for a drink in the park. I'd been quiet the whole time and couldn't stop drinking. I hate it.

I'm turning into Charles.

I threw the bottle to the ground in a fit of rage, obliterating it. While crushing the already smashed glass with a kick, I let tears fall from my eyes. Huddling in my coat, I whispered to myself.

"I hate that man. I'm just like him."

"You okay?" Two boys asked spontaneously while looking at me.

"Hm? Oh yeah, go away." I answered while playing with the broken pieces.