The Colors of Your Soul

Invitation to Bond

(Part 2)

❬ Y/N'S POV ❭

"Agh... My head..." I groan out in pain, holding on to my head as a massive headache soon hits me with full force. I seethed, hissing in internal pain as my dull senses soon faded away, leaving only my blurry vision for me to take care of.

The light flickers above me at random, disorienting my vision further and making it increasingly worse for my headache. "What... Happened...?" I mustered with baited breath, seeping air through my teeth, my bloodshot eyes glimpse upon the empty bottles of beer scattered around my home.

"Right... Home... Tsk." I hissed in response as the vivid memory of the past resurfacing back after months of attempted erasure. A face I despised with all of my heart and soul, yet I couldn't get rid of, no matter how much I drank it away. "I have to clean up..."

Trying to stand up from my own two feet, I struggle quite a fair bit, feeling an intense pain on my legs, as if someone is poking me with hundreds of needles with every muscle I strained to get up.

As I made my way towards the bathroom, I took a moment to observe my living room. It was filled with empty glass bottles of liquor rolling around the floor as I pushed them aside, rolling away from my path. I looked myself in the mirror, though my face never changes from when we broke up, there were new features added to compliment my overall situation.

The most prominent features were the dark baggy circles under my eyes, the beads of sweat forming every minute I take my breath, the oily hair that's been growing ever since my divorce,

And the rope marks that was left behind the... unsuccessful suicide attempts... I tried just after our divorce. "Heh, I look like shit." Probably an understatement, but it's enough to describe my situation thus far.

"So many things to do in just a short amount of time... Can't complain now. As if God will take me back after multiple attempts of suicide. Just how much mercy do they have left towards me...?"

With that thought out of the way, I went outside of the restroom, walking around the house seeing it being slightly dusty and filled with cobwebs with every corner I looked at. I let out a tired sigh, stretching my back as I cleaned the house thoroughly.

I sigh, feeling my tired body give out as I throw the last bag filled to the brim with empty bottles. "That should do... I need to work out again or I'll die before I even reach my 50's."

As I was about to leave the front yard and back inside my isolated home, my eyes accidentally glimpsed upon the mailbox with its flag raised up. "...I canceled all of my newspaper subscriptions. And I haven't ordered anything online in a while now..."

I stepped closer into the mailbox, expecting the insides as I saw a single piece of paper as well as an envelope wrapped with it.

Unwrapping the paper, I inspect its content with curiosity. That curiosity soon turned to misery and anger as I saw a photo of all of my past in a single package.

"These fuckers..." he said with contempt, glaring at the photo with hatred. "They're mocking me..."

The content of the photo was Her. His ex wife. As well as the two people who he was closely familiar with. "Anne..." Uttering just a single name made him cringe in disgust. "I thought I would already get used to it..." He exhaled deeply, his chest rising slowly with each breath he took. "I suppose I was wrong about that one."

He walks back to his isolated home, stepping inside the massive house as he takes in the fresh, cool air of the room. "Mhm... I'm tired- Huh?" The man's eyes look up at the wall, a hanging clock displayed above him.