Drunk Texts

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his fingers burn from sliding across the keys, but even they are no match for the path his drinks have worn down his throat,

they feel sore scratching the unshaven stubble below his chin.

"another" his voice is sharp but his stare is void. the poor waitress does all in her power to avoid his ice like glare.

his eyes flick across his lite up screen, a new text slides in, its from a girl he hasnt seen in a while. Tashia was her name, he remembered Tashia, wondered why they stopped seeing eachother. she was angry, sully his memory replaces her harsh words with her slowly dripping tears.

everything seemed to come down to her,

he ignored Tasha's message instead opening a new tab.

he spent what must have been five minuets staring at the blank space in his hand, trying to remind himself why he thought it a good idea to delete their old conversations.

// Hey...

it always seemed to come down to this, his finger a centemeter above the beggining of a fresh start, his finger backing out, his forefinger shutting off the phone.

slipping it into his back pocket he glanced around the solo bar, not that many people out this late on a week day. he sighed, convinsing himself he would still be able to sleep long enough to cure this tired.

"another"