It was dark in my room tonight as I lay on my bed. I was staring at the ceiling as I listened to the rain hit my window, it was all just like before but now... now I feel empty. I had the odd feeling of loneliness I never had, well I had it but I never noticed it before, it's rubbish. I wanted him back, badly, but I can't have him back.
I take the bottle of white rum that was sitting on my bed side table and I take a gulp of it before putting it back. I groan and rub my head, the alcohol was getting to me now. I haven't been able to sleep for days now and when I do sleep it's only for a few hours at a time. I sigh, "bloody wanker!" I yell a bit drunkenly, "why'd you leave?" I start to whine as I look at the ceiling, imagining a figure of the American man, "I want you here and right now you yank, you bloody... damn you!" I throw my fist at the air in rage. I'm a mess, a wreck, complete rubbish, "this is why I don't like people because they do damn things with your feelings then leave. They always leave... every time..." I tear up then take another drink of my rum.
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Run Away(USUK)
FanfictionThis is book #2 the first book is Betting on Love(USUK) Arthur Kirkland, a 23 year old bar tender, got himself in a dangerous situation when he fell in love with a wanted man, Alfred Jones. Alfred and his brother, Matthew Williams, have been on the...
