Drunk Talks.

2:43am

Normally Danny would go straight home but tonight was different. He didn't know why but he sat at the park far longer than usual. 

He could feel it. The cold that is. The chill in the air becoming more prominent the longer he sat on the bench, but he couldn't move. Danny wanted to go home, to climb into his bed and just forget, but he couldn't.

It was exactly 2:43 in the morning when she had stumbled up to him, and made herself quite at home on his lap.

To say he was surprised would be an understatement.

He didn't know exactly who she was, but she did look vaguely familiar and because of her close proximity, Danny could smell the cheap perfume mixed in with cigarettes and alcohol. Which in his opinion was not a very good mix.

Ugh, he thought, I don't really want to deal with this.

Not really knowing how to approach the situation, Danny grabbed her and gently pried her off of him, placing her on the empty space next to him.

Danny looked at her, noticing her glassy eyes and pink cheeks. Her lips were parted, making her breath visible in the cool air every time she breathed out. He sighed.

The girl looked up to the sky, content, her drunken state loving the wind that surrounded her.

A giggle escaped her lips as she rested her head against his shoulder, almost falling forward. He flinched at the sudden contact. Danny hadn't expected her to do that, nor did he expect her to start talking. He was about to get up, leave, but now he couldn't. He felt obligated to stay.

"You know what's funny?," she slurred, staring up into the starlit sky. "people are like glass."

Danny didn't know what she was talking about. She's crazy.

"Everyone has a breaking point. Humans are fragile little things and with the right words we'll break. " she explained as little hiccups jolted her speech.

"Our hearts tear, piece-by-piece, bit-by-bit, until there is nothing left but a hole."

She placed a hand over the thick fabric that covered her chest. "A big fat fuckin' hole."

Her voice sounded sad and broken, and Danny would have felt sympathy if her mood didn't do a complete 180.

Definitely crazy, Danny thought.

But despite it all, he stayed.

Hours flew by like minutes as he sat there and listened to her, never speaking. just focused on her.

He was curious about her.

Intrigued by her. Someone who he had met just hours prior, who he doesn't even know the name of.

Danny stayed, silently listening as she continued to ramble on, hiccups and all, and sure enough he found truth hidden in her drunken slurs. 

"One of the hardest things to do," she started lazily, gazing at the sun that rose slowly from behind the trees, "is trying to be positive in a world filled with negative people."

And for the first time that morning, Danny responded.

"I learnt that the hard way."