Brian was passed out on the couch again.
This was the third time this week.
He'd stick TV show re-runs on, grab a bottle of Jack Daniels and drink until he fell asleep. He'd never really pay much attention to the telly; it was only on as background noise as he attempted to drown out his sorrows.
The reasoning behind Brian's odd behaviour was down to one life-changing event: it had been nearly three weeks since Jimmy Sullivan, our best friend, had passed away.
It had hit us all hard; he'd died suddenly after Christmas. The cause of his demise was inconclusive, the only thing for certain was that he'd died of an overdose. His funeral had taken place about two weeks ago, and ever since then, Brian had barely spoken a word.
I remember the day we'd found out about Jimmy. Brian and I had been relaxing in the kitchen, sipping on a late morning coffee, on the 28th December, when Matt had rung. There were about ten normal seconds between the moment Brian answered the phone and the moment Matt broke the bad news. Brian had frozen, his eyes immediately welling with tears as he held his hand out, giving me the phone, unable to speak. My heart had seized to beat and a lump had rose in my throat as I'd held the phone to my ear. Matt relayed to me what he'd told Brian. I'd thanked him before hanging up, tears overflowing before I'd even had the chance to press the END CALL button.
The pair of us had collapsed in the kitchen, holding each other and crying for hours until we lacked the energy to cry no more.
I grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and pulled it over Brian. His eyes restlessly flickering underneath his eyelids as he slept. For a moment, I knelt down beside him, all energy dispersing from my body. I rested my head against the side of the couch and forced the tears that welled up to go away.
Eventually, I managed to gather myself together enough to get up and make my way upstairs to our bedroom. I slipped into one of Brian's old band shirts; pulling the hem up to my nose before closing my eyes and taking in a deep breath. The distinct smells of Brian filled my senses and for a second I could almost feel the comforting embrace of his arms around me.
But when I reopened my eyes, I was thrown back to reality.
And I was alone.
Sighing, I slid into bed and pulled the covers tight up to my neck ...and for the third time this week, I cried myself to sleep.
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