A flicker of hope in the darkness - Rafe Cameron

Forged in shadows.

As I set on the edge of my bed, the bottle of vodka clutched tightly in my hand, its contents dwindling with each desperate guld, the tears flowed freely now. In the dimly lit confines of my room, the sound of my sobs echoed like a mournful lament, a haunting melody that filled the empty spaced between us. I thought I was alone, lost in the depths of my anghuish, until a creaking of the floorboards drew my attention.

Barry stood in the doorway, his silhouette framed against the faint glow of the hallway light. His expression was unreadable in the shadows, his features obsecured by the darkness that clung to him like a shroud. 

"What's going on?" He asked, his voice gruff with concern as he stepped further into my room.

I hastily wiped away the tears that stained my cheecks, the shame of my vulnerability burning hot against my skin. "Nothing, Barry. Just... just a rought night," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.

But Barry wasn't convinced, his gaze piercing  through the facade of indifference I tried so desperately to maintain. "You've been crying," he observed, his tone softening lightly as he took a hesitant step closer.

I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "It's nothing, really. Just... just some stupid drama from the party," I lied, the words tasting bitter on my tongue.

Barry's brows furrowed in frustration, his eyes narrowing as he caught sight of the bottle of vodka clenched tightly in my hand. In an instant, his concern turned to anger, his featured contorted with a mixture of disappointement and rage. 

"What the hell is this?" He demanded, his voice sharp as he reached out to grab the bottle from my grasp. 

I recoiled instinctively, the bottle slipping from my fingers and clattering to the floor with a resounding thud. The sound echoed through the room like a gunshot, a stark reminder of the chaos that had consumed us both?

Barry's expression softened slightly as he took in the sight of me, hunched over the bed, my shoulders shaking with silent sobs. With a heavy sigh, he knelt down beside me and gathered me into his arms, the warmth of his embrace offering a small measure of comfort in the midst of the storm.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion as I buried my face against his chest.

Barry said nothing in response, but his arms tightened around me, holding me close as if to shield me from the pain that threatened to consume us both. And in that moment, as we clung to each other in the darkness, I knew that no matter what mistake I had made, no matter how far I strayed from the path, Barry would always be there to guide me home.

Which is why I don't need to fuck this up.

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A/n: you got a long chapter, now you get a short chapter.

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