XII.V O D K A
He had feelings for her and he didn't like that because he knew that they would change him,change her,change them.
Depressed with the thought that she didn't need him anymore,he drowned himself in alcohol.
"No more black coffee." he slurred,struggling to adjust his vision which was now blurry.
"Just . . . v o d k a . . ."This time as he mumbled those words he gripped the bottle of joy in his hand tightly.He was afraid to let it go because he knew glass was fragile and if it fell it would break.
and maybe he knew if she let him go he would fall and break as well.
Yours truly
AyeshaHoran.
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. . . C H A N G E . . . {c o m p l e t e d}
Короткий рассказ. . . H e was changing and so was s h e . . . © AyeshaHoran.
