Remembering Carter

John

I loved her. Why does everyone I love die? Is it my sign to die? She helped me get through this before, but now she is gone. He thought about Carter as he downed his fifth beer that night.
"Bar shuts down soon buddy I'm going to have to cut you off after the next one." Said the bartender.
John quickly stood up and walked out of the bar. He walked for an hour before he decided it was too late to walk much longer. He called a cab and made it to his house. He took out all the alcohol he had in his house and downed it all in a hour tops. He wrote a small letter for each of his friends in his drunk state and went to bed not knowing if he could take much more of the pain in his heart.

When he woke up in the morning he got a phone call.
"Hello Mr. Reese. Sleep well last night? Come to our place we have a new number."
"I guess Finch, but this is the last one. I need a long break. My heart hurts and I can't stand it."
"Broken hearts don't kill John come save another person and you'll feel a little better"
"Alright fine, but I deserve a break after this."

Every night after her death he snuck off to her grave and then went to the same bar 'till midnight when it closed. He went home and drank what was left of his alchohol supply and he refilled it each morning. He kept his goodbye letters up to date and kept the same rutine.