Pink Floyd Imagines

ℕ𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕏 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 (ℝ𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝟝)

A/N:

Hi,

Well, it's kind of a request from user98380077, because I was asked for more Nick, but I didn't have any more specific framework and I could give my wild imagination room to run wild, so that's what it came out as. It's probably not my best chapter, but I found it quite funny in some ways, so I hope it satisfies you a little. Thanks to everyone as usual for reading.

Love

June

You squeezed through a crowd made up mostly of young people, most of them already walking quite wobbly, probably in a state of alcoholic intoxication, even though the evening had not yet started well. For you it felt a little strange to be in this crowd of laughing drunks, who don't yet have to worry about tomorrow's headaches and the bad mood that will mostly befall them the next day. It was a bit strange to be in this neighbourhood, full of different clubs, although you knew that your perception would definitely change if you poured a little something stronger into your mouth to dull your mind.

It was a Friday night, definitely the only opportunity for a large proportion of those hanging around you to relax. Someone once told you that the part of people drink to remember, another part to forget. And although you didn't like to admit it, you belonged to the latter group.

In the middle of the week you didn't have time to think about the failure of your heart life, even though you were earning really good money, you had to do a bit of work to earn your money. It was especially tiring in the summer time like this, when sitting in a stuffy office among other bored employees was not a pleasant thing to do.

And although your job had previously seemed tiring and time-consuming to you, during the difficult times you were going through in your private life, it allowed you to forget, if only for a moment, the hopelessness of another lonely evening.

Now there was no longer a Nick for whom it would be worth getting home as soon as possible on a Friday, with whom a free evening would be the height of joy rather than an existential breakdown after a whole week.

You knew you had to deal with this break-up, it had been three months after all. You were well aware, after all, that getting drunk every night off to forget was foolishness. You just didn't know how else to soothe the pain.

You had already gone over it in your mind a thousand times. It wasn't the end of the world after all, your break-up was a joint adult decision. Each of you had a lot of work to do at the time, clearly your calendars were starting to run out of time for the other and there was no choice but to accept it.

The first week was good - you felt free, you loved the silence and the fact that you didn't go to bed in a bad mood after another argument. However, this was only the case at first, then the awareness of loneliness became a little too overwhelming. You wanted Nick to come back, but you would never pick up the phone. Firstly, you didn't want him to feel guilty in any way - he gave you freedom, you had to respect his. Secondly, probably even more overwhelmingly, pride.

And so it was that every week you'd wandered around those club-filled streets of London, only to find solace for your broken heart in a bottle of alcohol. All you were left with was the hope that you wouldn't even wake up on Saturday and that the hangover would be lighter on Sunday. A pipe dream...

Eventually you walked into some bar whose name you didn't even read. It seemed to you to be a rather quiet and peaceful place, just the kind of place you were looking for after the melancholy of the whole day. You didn't have the energy to party - all you cared about was forgetting, losing yourself in your drunken giggles.