Thursday, April 30
Day three rolled by and it was the same story. I drank you away.
I drank until I forgot how you crinkled your nose when you tried to suppress a smile, or, how you braided random strands of your auburn hair when you got nervous.
I drank to forget the future we dreamed of together. Because now, every time I sleep, it's a never ending nightmare.
I drank to forget you - because every time I closed my eyes, you leave me all over again.
YOU ARE READING
21 days.
Short StoryA journal. A pen. A heartbreak. A path to recovery. Not all drugs are in the form of a pill or a stick. Sometimes, it's brown eyed, kissed-swollen lips and a thumping heart.
