A/N: This includes two of my OCs. One of them has an alcohol addiction. You should probably be able to figure out which one. This came from a prompt list on Deviantart.
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He couldn't stop. He tried, but he couldn't stop. He knew this was destroying him. He knew Shark would be disappointed.
But he had to.
After taking another swig of the vodka, he looked around. His vision blurred from the alcohol, he stumbled over to the fridge to grab another bottle, tripping over multiple empty cans that lay untouched on the floor. The street was dark, the night was cold. Snow covered everything in sight, the white blanket untouched by nothing but more and more snow.
There was a sudden knock at the door. He staggered over to it, leaning on the frame as he opened it.
"Cyrus, why?" they muttered, their eyes filling with tears.
"Shit, sorry Shark..." Cyrus slurred, his dark circled eyes half closed. He ran a hand through his short red hair lazily. Shark gave him a disappointed look before grabbing him by the hand and taking him elsewhere.
