' monday night '
i threw my right hand up into the air, my elbow supporting my arm against the cold wood counter while i lay my face on my other fist.
"the regular."
i mumbled to the bartender who was fixing up, receiving a nod in return. i slightly turned my upper body. i traced my fingers against the cracks in the honey colored wood; thinking of how many people have done the exact same thing.
how many heartbroken bastards did the exact same thing?
i flicked my jet black fringe and rubbed my eyes. there was no one here. it was well over 11:30 pm on a wednesday. it was the only time i could come out to somewhere like this without being recognized. they were all old dudes in this place; no chance anyway.
two shots.
...
four shots.
...
how many shots by now? -
i've lost track.
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damn i feel funny.
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i'm fucked up.
｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
you're probably saying "poor fucker.."
YOU ARE READING
"stay" - andy biersack
Fanfictionshe loved him long ago, he never stopped loving her. {lowercase intended} {mentions of alcohol} {kinda inspired by the song "this town" by niall horran :)}
